Title: A paradise in disquise

Author: RubberDuckyPinwheels

Rating:

Warnings(If any): Man-sex, of course ^-^

Pairings: Hojo x Cloud (( That's right .; ))

Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Square Enix, I do not own any of the following characters, places, names, etc, and I do not make money off of these stories.

Theme: Heaven

Author's Notes: In apology for faking you guys out with my little announcement, I decided that I needed to update this one for real. If anyone's been reading my author's notes, you would see that I had a poll in my last chapter for this. Only one person reviewed and gave a vote, so I've decided to do that pairing. Ha! What a pairing for this theme, huh?

He was floating, or at the very least, he felt like he was floating, but Cloud couldn't be entirely sure. The blond couldn't open his eyes, nor could he speak – at that, he realized that he couldn't even move his lips. If it wasn't for the slightest sensation of cool air going down his throat, he probably wouldn't have realized that he was even breathing. As his mind began to slowly come back to the world of the living, he realized that his lips were stretched into the shape of a small circle and there was a tube in his mouth, going down his throat.

The thought had Cloud's stomach turning and his eyes snapping open in fear.

His vision blurred painfully and his head spun.

Green. Emerald. Jade. Olive.

Mako?

A swirling shade of bright green invaded his vision. After several moments, he realized that this green substance was a liquid and that he was indeed floating in it.

In a rush of panic, his hands went up in front of him, trying to sift through the gelatinous goo, but his hands didn't move far, instead they smacked forward into a circular plate of glass with a hard thud. His heart jumped up into his throat and he began choking pathetically, his stomach was lurching and he got the feeling that he would soon be loosing his lunch.

Cloud couldn't comprehend what was happening, but he could cobble together a few facts.

One; he was in a tube, and suspended in mako.

Two; he had a tube down his throat so that he could breathe. From this, he understood that whoever was keeping him here wanted him alive.

Three; he was probably drugged very heavily, he gathered this because of his lack of vision along with the general weakness that had attacked his limbs and even his organs.

The commotion that he'd caused had apparently caught someone's attention, but Cloud couldn't hear the footsteps of the scientist coming toward him and his liquid filled cell.

Suddenly, Cloud felt the liquid being pulled away from him. He barely had enough time to realize that whoever it was on the other side was opening a latch and releasing a clear door that allowed the mako to flood out. With nothing left to float in, Cloud's body tumbled out, his limbs feeling useless as he fell forward and was caught in a pair of thin arms. The blond shook in the unknown figures arms as the other moved a hand up to his mouth and suddenly pulled the tube out from between his lips with an impressive amount of practiced ease. The man had apparently done this before, many times, if Cloud had to judge.

Cloud's failing slowly became clearer, but he couldn't seem to lift his head. Too much of his energy was focused on breathing and holding himself up as he clutched onto the now mako dampened person before him.

"Foolish specimen,"

The voice said in an unusually high pitch, however, Cloud knew this was a male. He'd heard the voice before, but he couldn't seem to attach a name to it.

"It seems that I've failed again," The Shinra scientist scrutinized himself as he pulled Cloud away from the tube and leaned against a nearby metal table, "However, even failed experiments have their uses," The voice grew cold as this sentence escaped him.

Cloud found himself on the ground, the dirt below him unusually cold as he stared up weakly towards the man who'd just been speaking.

Long strings of black hair, dull gray eyes, unnaturally sharp cheekbones, and a chiseled jaw, along with a lab coat.

Hojo.

Professor Hojo.

That was right.

Cloud tried to moved his lips, tried to speak and ask the professor what was going on. What did Hojo mean that he was a failed experiment?

Before he could ask, Cloud's lips were suddenly covered by the professor's. A groan issued from Cloud's mouth in disgust. "Nnngmph…" He tried to protest and tried to pull away, but he was still too drained.

Hojo soon pulled away, wiping his lips free of the remaining mako that had lingered at the cadet's lips, "It seems that the mako was too much for you to handle. You've got mako poisoning," He diagnosed easily as he moved a hand across Cloud's dampened front, "Which is why it's so hard for you to move, you're probably feeling sick now as well,"

Cloud swallowed hard. Hojo was right, he was feeling sick, but it was more because of what had just happened than the mako poisoning itself.

"Fortunately for me, the other seems to be doing rather well," Hojo lifted his head and looked at the tube next to the one that Cloud had been occupying. It was mako-filled, just like his; there was a human in it as well. The figure inside was wearing a first class SOLDIER uniform and had a head adorned in obsidian colored spiky hair with one clump of hair extending from the right side of his forehead. There was a razor-thin scar shaped like a 'X' on the left side of the figure's jaw-line.

"Za…Zack…"

Cloud managed to croak out softly as he recognized the figure.

"Oh, so you do know each other?" The professor cooed venomously, "Then this will be interesting,"

As the professor said this, Cloud could see Zack's eyes opening slowly, the bright mako-burning eyes cutting through the haze of green. Zack's eyes snapped shut tight as if the dim light in the room was too bright for him to handle. When his eyes opened again, they widened in shock when they fell on the site of Cloud and the professor.

To Zack's disbelief, Hojo had situated himself upon the floor, now cradling Cloud to his chest. Cloud's back was against the professor's chest and Cloud was trying to resist the man virtuously, but Hojo had gripped him around the stomach firmly, holding him close and perching his chin on the cadet's shoulder while the two of them faced Zack while he was still in the tube.

"Even a failed experiment shouldn't go to waste," Hojo observed as he moved one of his hands downward, slipping over the buttons on Cloud's pants as the human in his arms trembled from both the cold and the fear of what was to come. Skilled fingers slid downward and cupped the boy through his pants, which in turn caused Cloud to arch up with a small moan. From where Zack was, he could see that Cloud's eyes had closed in fervor, his breath hitching as the professor leaned forward and began sucking upon the blonde's neck. From the expressions painted upon Cloud's features, Zack could see easily that Cloud was not enjoying this or who was doing such disgusting things to him.

It was at this point that Zack wondered if Cloud was thinking about him.

There had always been rumors between Zack and Cloud that the two of them had gotten into some pretty hot and steamy stuff, however, none of the rumors were true. As far as Zack knew, Cloud didn't have a desire for me. Zack assumed that Cloud was still pining after Tifa, just like he had been when they'd first met each other. Zack on the other hand, wasn't lusting after a girl, namely Aerith. Instead, Zack had been lusting after Cloud.

But in relationships, Zack was unusually careful. Even if the first-class seemed to flirt with every woman that he came across, the truth was that that was just mindless flirting. He was a man after all. None of the flirting meant anything at all, Zack only had one person in his mind and one person that he really wanted. He wanted Cloud, which was why he was so careful about forcing Cloud into anything or coming onto Cloud too hard or fast. He didn't want to risk hurting or scaring the blond.

As Zack watched Hojo rubbing his palm between Cloud's legs, Zack felt his heart-strings stretching and wanting to snap, his hands lifted and hit the glass lightly, his hands turning into fists as his eyes narrowed. Despite the difficulty of moving, Zack managed to pound away at the glass, obviously riled.

Cloud had faintly heard the sounds of pounding on the glass, his eyes opening weakly to stare at the man inside the mako. Zack, he was….what was that? Cloud could see something there at the corners of Zack's eyes. Zack was crying? Cloud wasn't going to question how he could see tear-drops through the mako, but the sight made his bottom lip quiver pathetically.

The blond had never made a conscious decision when it came to Zack, he never wanted to like him so much. But even so, Cloud began to realize only a few days ago that Zack was more than a friend. Zack was someone that he could laugh with and talk with and share stories and thoughts and feelings. Zack was very special to him. The dark-haired male was special to Cloud in a way that Tifa could never even come close to.

It had taken months for Cloud to realize that he'd began falling for Zack, but Cloud was stubborn about it and unwilling to express the truth. If he had, would this situation be any easier? He highly doubted that. If Cloud had ever told Zack that he…that he loved him, then Zack probably would have left him, right?

The two were at an impasse.

Each carrying feelings and burdens that they dare not share with the other from fear. Fate was a cruel mistress, some said. Surely, fate was more than cruel. Fate was brutal.

"St…Sto…"

Cloud tried to speak and failed, eyes watering as he tried to twist himself away from Hojo's grasp.

"Stop?" Hojo mocked with a particularly hard squeeze of Cloud's youthful length, "Why would I do a thing like that when you so clearly enjoy the sensations? Could it be that you're shamed from being so weak? Or are you frazzled because you can't return the favor?" A low chuckle escaped the professor as he slid thin fingertips beneath the band of Cloud's pants, letting his touch slither under and wrap around the boy's length, "Or…would prefer if…he did this to you?" Hojo gestured with his other hand to Zack who was forced to linger in the mako chamber.

Cloud's breath hitched sharply as he cried out pathetically, hips trembling as a sob fell wistfully from his lips.

It was in this one moment that Cloud really understood that he wanted Zack to be the one doing this, that he wanted to feel Zack's calloused hands sliding over his flesh and his sun-kissed lips touching his own. But right now, all Cloud had was that disgusting and wiry scientist behind him. Cloud's features became pitiful as another sob rang from his lips as Hojo toyed with the tip of his length, smearing the precum along the head as though he were taunting the blond.

Zack's heart was in his throat. Cloud's reaction, the pain on his face when Hojo asked that last question. Did that mean that it was a yes?

Cloud's eyes focused on Zack, tears welling up in the corner as he struggled, wanting to get away from Hojo.

Zack's hands stopped their assault on the inside of the glass when he fully grasped what the expression on Cloud's face truly meant.

When Hojo slowly pulled Cloud's length from the confines of Cloud's Shinra issued pants, Zack's breath caught in his throat. The boy was truly beautiful; the curve of his hips, the soft skin that was stretched over his slowly growing erection, the taut muscles of his stomach that flexed in resistance. Oh how Zack would have given anything for just a taste. Despite the slight shame it brought him, Zack couldn't deny the heat that flared up between his loins and snaked it's way into his veins.

Cloud moaned unwillingly and tossed his head as he stared at Zack, wishing that it could have been Zack doing this, but it was nothing but a dream. Yet, a dream was better than nothing, and so, Cloud dreamed with all his heart.

The blond had tried to stop his tears when Hojo pushed him to the floor on his stomach, he tried not to focus on the way that Hojo stuck his fingers into his mouth. Before Cloud could recognize what was going on, he felt his legs become exposed to the world, the curve of his backside bare for Hojo to gape at in wonder.

"Zack…Z…Zack…"

The name became a mantra for Cloud as he sobbed the name out softly, his eyes never moving from Zack's face even as the professor tugged the cheeks of his backside apart and even when the blunt head of the professor's erection shoved inside of him in one fell swoop. Cloud cried out hard, grasping weakly at the floor and trembling as Hojo ravaged his body again and again while Zack watched.

The first class SOLDIER felt so helpless, able only to watch as his sweet Cloud was taken roughly by Hojo and violated in the way that Zack would have been happy doing himself.

"Ah…hha, Za-ck!"

Cloud's cries had Zack's erection stirring and burning within the barrier of his trousers. Helplessly, Zack let one hand drop, his fingers pulling free the buttons and allowing his pants to fall down his legs and drift gently in the current of the mako surrounding him. Zack's hand slipped around his length, squeezing and stroking gently, imaging the inside of Cloud's mouth, or better yet, what the professor was feeling at this very moment.

The two of them stayed stuck in their dream-world, with Hojo pounding all that he could out of Cloud and Zack imagining himself in Hojo's place. With the erotic images of the other in their eyes, it took them little time to reach the peak of their pleasure, both of them crying out in wanton passion as Cloud painted the ground in white, across from him, Zack flooded the tank in a fluid that matched Cloud's. Both faces streaked in tears.

Cloud didn't know when Hojo pulled out or when he left, nor did Cloud realize at what point he'd weakly crawled over to the chamber where Zack was preserved. The blond lifted his hand and softly touched the cool glass, several tears falling to the ground before he blacked out and lost all recollection of what had just occurred.

He was in a dreamland.

A twisted haven and a new kind of heaven.