This is definitely a different kind of fic coming from me.. kind of. It's a bit silly and strange. I came up with this idea after thinking of the movie, "Pretty Woman". I just knew I could pull this story off, and I hope you think so as well. The details are different from the movie, of course, but the idea is about the same. As always, I do not own the characters.. I only write these for fun, not profit. Let me know what you think.

No warnings as of yet, except for language. Yaoi/lemons will come later.

"Take your gil and get the hell out of my car!"

Cloud grasped quickly at the measly three gil that was thrust his way as he was pushed out of the beat-up old car. The man in the car drove off quickly before Cloud could even pull his hand back away from the door handle, catching his finger on the inside corner of the metal form.

"Shit!" he cried out, shaking his hand and bringing it to his mouth to bite on his finger. That would leave a bruise tomorrow - much like the bruise he was going to have on his face. The man, who had called himself Rosco, had been violent with him. Cloud's asking price had been thirty gil for a hand job; instead, he was forced to suck the man's cock. He was slapped in the face afterward for not swallowing, then got shoved from the car with only three gil.

"Great fucking night it turned out to be," he mumbled, stuffing the gil into his pocket and gently kicking at a rock in the street. He cursed at the rock, then sent it flying. A great fucking night.

Really, it was just another working night for Cloud Strife. Down on his luck and forced to work the streets of the Midgar slums, he was what people would call a "man of the night." A hooker. Slut. Prostitute.

Every night was the same for Cloud. He would sleep all day, then, rising at the beginning of the evening, he would eat a quick dinner with his friends. Tifa and Aerith made more money than he did; it was unusual for the slums to have a man for a prostitute, so many customers shied away from him immediately. Every once in a while, he'd have a woman pick him up, but it was very rare. The women always paid more than the men anyway, because the men thought they could get away with ripping him off.

It hadn't always been this way for him. He had grown up in Nibelheim and had left home to go to Midgar, hoping he could be in SOLDIER. When the plan didn't work out the way he had hoped it would, he was suddenly left a poor beggar in the slums. His mother had died shortly after he had left Nibelheim, and their old home was now owned by strangers. There was no home for him anymore… and so, he found comfort in the slums of Midgar, sleeping underneath newspapers and eating out of trashcans until running into Tifa and Aerith on one of their nightly shifts.

He had moved in with the two women. Unsure of what he was getting himself into at first, he shied away from the idea. Eventually, he fell into the trap of prostitution, seeing how he could actually make money from it. Aerith owned the home they all lived in; she had worked her way up. In her regular customers' eyes, she was the queen bee of the slums - the hottest piece of ass this side of Gaia. Tifa was known for her titty-fucks; it was her specialty.

…And so that was how it came to be.

Cloud was getting ready to head back home when a car began to slowly approach him. He had never seen this car before. With its black paint job and chrome hubcaps, tinted windows and clean headlights, it looked very much out of place. His heart skipped a beat. Aerith had told him about this: a nice car usually meant big, big money. Sure, she had said, sometimes they get a little weird with you… one time I had a guy pay me fifty gil to suck his toes… but they pay pretty darned well. He walked slowly over to the passenger window of the car as it rolled to a stop. The window was automatic, making a whirring noise as it came down.

A raven-haired man peered out at him from behind the steering wheel… with the most beautiful pair of violet eyes he had ever seen. The man's skin was like porcelain with a hint of a tan. Well-dressed and smelling like expensive cologne, the man smiled at him.

Cloud cleared his throat. "What's your pleasure this fine night? Thirty for a hand job, fifty for a blowjob. Hundred gil for anal," he rambled through his prices, making sure to smile occasionally. His face fell when the man held up his hands and shook his head. "H-hey, wait. I'm not here to buy anything. I was just wondering how to get to the theater…"

Shit!

"The theater is in Sector Eight, but you can't drive there. You have to go through Sector One and board the train there," Cloud said, feeling down and out. He would be going home almost empty-pocketed tonight. He couldn't get into SOLDIER… and he couldn't even make it on the streets. Great Gaia, he was doomed to be a loser the rest of his life.

The man smiled at him. "You're too pretty to be working the streets, blondie," he said. "Want to go for a ride? No strings, just conversation. You can show me around town and lead me to the train station. How about it?"

It sounded good to Cloud; it really did. But Cloud knew that nothing in the slums came for free. Either this beautiful man was jerking his chain or was going to murder him and leave him on the outskirts of the slums. As if reading his thoughts, the man smiled easily. "What have you got to lose? Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," he said.

Here, I have this candy. Get in the car and we'll go someplace fun... Cloud shook his head. The man didn't look dangerous to him, and his smile was trustworthy. What would happen if he never took this chance? What if something good happened, and this was the only chance he had to break free of the slums?

He got in the car.

"What's your name?" the man asked. "Cloud," he answered. "Oh, is that some kind of street name? I kind of wanted to know your real name," the man said. "It makes it easier to talk to a person once names are brought to the table."

"…That is my real name. My mom was kind of a hippie."

"Sorry… My name is Zack. Zack Fair. I'm a businessman. I buy old real estate and resell them at double the price to unsuspecting victims," he said, snickering slightly. "Anyway, I'm here in town to see if the old theater in Sector Eight is up for grabs yet. I hear that the owner went out of business a couple of months ago."

"I wouldn't know anything about that. I've not been above the plate in a couple of years," Cloud said uneasily. For some reason, around Zack, he didn't want to readily admit that he had been working as a whore for two years. Even more embarrassing, he could feel cum still leaking from his ass, a gift from Don Corneo, one of the slum's biggest swingers. Cloud had always told his customers: no condom, no ass… but The Don always got what he wanted. Seemed to him like it would be time to go down and get another STD test soon…

"The train station is just right over here," Cloud said, pointing to the right. A few seconds later, Zack pulled the car into the drive and parked. "Well, that was easy enough, Cloud. I must say, though, I've enjoyed your company," Zack said. Cloud laughed incredulously. "We barely talked!" he exclaimed. Zack grinned at him. "Yeah, but it doesn't mean I haven't enjoyed your company. Look… I… I don't mean to proposition you, especially after you've been so nice to me and all… and I told you I didn't want your services, but… You see, I have a party I need to go to tomorrow night. I need a date."

"You serious? Wouldn't you rather have a woman go with you? I have two friends, Aerith and Tifa, they would love to go with you."

"I'd rather have you be my date. No offense to Aerith or Tifa, but they are not my type," Zack said, laughing. Cloud raised his eyebrow. "What do you mean.. not your type?" he asked. Zack gave him a lopsided grin. "Didn't you hear me call you 'pretty' earlier? Come on, now," he said.

"Oh."

"Yeah. So I want you to be my date because I think you'd clean up real nice. Maybe get yourself a nice suit, a haircut, some shiny shoes… Hmm, yeah. I think you'd look even prettier than you do now," Zack said, no longer laughing, but still laid back and easy-going. "What if I offer to buy your clothes for you? Would that sweeten the pot? You want gil, I've got gil. How does five-thousand sound to you?"

"Sweet Shiva!" Cloud said, his heart nearly thumping through his chest. He might even be able to afford to move out of Sector Five and live comfortably for a while!

"Alright. I'll do it."

"Good. Can I take you home? These streets are way too dangerous for you to be out this time of night," Zack said. Cloud shrugged. "I'm used to it by now," he said, but Zack would not be thwarted. "Just point me back to the direction of Sector Five, and I'll have you home in a heartbeat, okay? No arguments," Zack said.

"Why are you being so nice to me, Mr. Fair?"

"Cloud, are you kidding me? Call me Zack. I'm not one of your customers, okay? Think of me as… your savior. And I'm being nice to you because I like you, okay?"

"Sorry."

"It's okay. I just don't want you thinking of me like I'm some kind of scumbag who has mistreated you. Our paths crossed for a reason. There's nothing else to say about it. That's all."

After making it back to Sector Five, Cloud got out of the car and hesitated. "Would you like to come in for a while?" Zack shook his head. "I have somewhere I need to be… but I promise you that I will be back for you at 7 o'clock tomorrow evening. Please do me the honor of accompanying me to the party, and I will pay you in full when the night is over. Deal?" He reached out the window, holding his hand to Cloud with a smile.

"Deal," Cloud said, and took his hand. Electricity passed through the two men like lightning; both of them feeling it, they jerked slightly in response to the energy.

He had the softest hands Cloud had ever felt. He knew that Zack would never hurt him.

Cloud bid Zack goodbye for the night, then walked the pathway to Aerith's house. The two women were sitting at the table, their piles of gil cluttering the table. They were drinking red wine and counting their gil.

"Six-hundred!" Tifa shouted, smirking. "And that was just for titty-fucks and one blowjob!"

Aerith grinned back at her. "Eight-hundred for me!" She jumped up when she saw Cloud come through the door and threw her arms around his neck. "How are you tonight, Cloud? Did you make very much?" she asked. Cloud shook his head, pulling his measly gil from his pocket. "No… but I met someone," he said, smiling - and blushing.

"Oh? A man?"

"Yeah… his name is Zack… I think he's going to become a regular soon enough, so it's a good thing," Cloud said, not wanting to explain the situation. "Anyway, I'm headed up to bed. G'night, guys."

He barely heard their responses as he headed up the stairs and flopped down belly-first onto his bed. Tomorrow evening was going to be amazing. But how in the hell would he buy a nice suit? He groaned into his pillow.