ANSWERS

Written by Hyori Lee :3

Romance - Friendship - Angst - Humor - Smut

The pairing of Clack and other Final Fantasy VII Characters thrown into the era of Crisis Core.

I hope you all like it!

Chapter 1: Awakening

Cloud clutched the bed-sheets in horror.

His heart was pounding and his head was throbbing. The beads of sweat on his forehead slid down his face, each running into his gasping mouth.

The feel of silk against his skin was an unfamiliar, yet pleasant experience. He was so used to the feel of the company uniform clinging to his body. It was a relief to be able to feel so light and comfortable, with the fabric gliding against his usually concealed chest.

It would have been an enjoyable moment for him, if not for the one big problem.

He was naked.

The sunlight beamed through the curtains, cascading a light on his sheltered body. His hands clutched protectively at the sheets, as if they would suddenly be ripped down to expose his bare figure. The confusion in his mind took over the self consciousness. This didn't make any sense.

It wasn't until his eyes darted across the room that he realised one other important thing.

This wasn't his bed.

The pace of his heart quickened as it hammered against his sweat drenched chest. This was bad! This was really bad! How could he be in someone's bed and not remember a thing? His mind was completely blank! He needed answers!

His eyes fell upon a clutter in the corner of the room, desperately looking for clues or hints. It gave him somewhat relief to realise that these were his clothes, and if he just got up and walked over, the risk of exposure would be gone.

But he knew it was too good to be true.

His body froze as the fabric tightened. There was something preventing the sheets from falling off of him. The swift movement had sent his body into spasm, causing him to shudder in both pain and pleasure. He was too embarrassed to look down, though.

He decided to glide his hand underneath the material, edging towards the problematic area. His eyes closed tightly, as if it would somehow shield him from the humiliation. The source of discomfort was reached, causing him to whimper. It was worse than he could have imagined.

He had tented the bed sheets.

Why? Why now of all times! Why did he have to be getting an erection in someone else's bed!

There was only one way to solve this issue, but how could he possibly do that? What if he were caught! What if this were a set up!

His hand brushed down to the throbbing area. It was physically hurting him. There were times when he woke up to his problem, but to this extent? Never.

The bedroom door had remained shut, much to his relief, which made him question whether he was alone or not. That would certainly be an awkward moment. There would be rumors spread at work, no doubt.

Work...

His eyes rested on the clock besides him.

"Damn!"

He was late! Cloud was extremely late for work! Training must have started at least an hour ago; everyone would be worried about him, especially Zack! He didn't even want to imagine how concerned his friend would be.

He reluctantly poked his left leg poked out of the bed, cringing at the cold temperature.

- But he kept going, throwing his body back up in persistence, ripping the sheets off of his naked figure.

... Before halting in his tracks.

His head began screaming at him; begging him to lie back down. The strength of the headache was unreal, especially seeing as he rarely suffered with them. It was a feeling accompanied by nausea, worrying the blonde that he might throw up… in someone else's house!

What had caused him to become so ill?

Cloud never took days off work, but this was an exception. His legs slipped back into the cover and his eyes closed in forced peace. Now wasn't the time to dwell over where he was and how he got there. He just needed to be rid of this headache…

"What on earth?"

As his leg flew back inside the warm covers, the sound of something fragile clanged beside him.

- He must have kicked something down.

The panic returned as he stretched back upwards, bending himself over the bed to look down at the floor. Fortunately, it wasn't something of great value.

It was just a bottle of beer.

"Ugh..."

His hand flew towards his open mouth, preventing him from vomiting.

The smell of it was bad enough.

It was made worse by the fact it brought back unexpected memories, flashes of images streaming throughout his head. The puzzle was suddenly pieced together. The questions were answered.

He had a hangover.

Almost the entire company had agreed to go out drinking the night before - he could remember that much. There had been some people like Sephiroth and the president's son who had refused, but not many others besides that. Cloud almost hadn't gone, now he wished he hadn't!

It would be obvious why he was absent! He was going to be murdered!

At least it cleared up a few things, though. That's why he was in someone else's bed! They had clearly carried him up to their room once he'd drank too much. Cloud didn't really like alcohol, which made him a lightweight when he did agree to drink. No wonder he had forgotten!

That didn't explain the nakedness, though.

Maybe his clothes had been drenched in his sick? Or, more likely, someone else's sick…

It made him uneasy that all he could remember was walking into the place, politely accepting a drink from his friends. Everything else was a total blur, blacked out of his memory. Had he really got into such a state? That left everything else to guess work. He didn't even want to imagine the sorts of embarrassing things he might have done in front of his colleagues!

Especially in front of Zack!

The realisation hit him that he had to get up and he had to find some sort of answer. Regardless of his headache, he still needed to at least warn someone in the company that he would be off. Otherwise Zack would worry, and Cloud didn't want that. Never that…

His eyes fell back onto his clothes. They were laid neatly together, almost as if the person had been entirely sober when placing them down. That or they had done it earlier this morning without waking him. If that was the case, why had they not waken him up?

Whose house was this?

He reluctantly pushed his legs back out and hauled himself out of the covers. Immediately he yearned to crawl back in, but fought off the temptation. The sickness returned and was ignored with his remaining strength. His only target was the pile of clothes in the corner.

"Weird..."

His hand drew down towards his t-shirt and his face crumpled up in confusion. It was quickly twisted round for further inspection, but left him with the same feeling of panic and dissatisfaction. There was not a single ounce of sick on the shirt. It was completely clean.

Well, that ruined that explanation.

He dropped the clothing as quickly as the questioning and dived for his boxers. It would definitely be bad if someone were to walk in and catch his 'little problem.'

Well, it was certainly more than 'little.'

Two hands gripped at the fabric and hauled them up towards his aching crotch. For a moment he feared the material would split, and breathed a sigh of relief once it settled down. There was a giant lump sticking out of his boxers, but that was certainly better than nakedness.

The feeling of the elastic suffocating his erection was excruciating. He ached to rip them back down immediately…

"Cloud?"

His heart stopped beating.

"!"

Somebody else had entered the room!

His hands frantically flew down to his crotch area, desperately trying to conceal it. It was impossible to hide! He could feel his cheeks burning against his skin!

Cloud forced himself to look up.

"No..."

It was the last person he had been expecting, no wanting, to walk in on him like this!

Zack Fair was stood before him.

His eyes scanned the frozen man, feeling somewhat intruding as he analyzed the figure. There were no clothes on him but the Shinra boxers and the muscles on his stomach rippled and tensed. It was a sight he found himself unable to look away from, but ashamed to stand and gawp at.

Why was he here?

"Cloud…" Zack gasped, unable to divert himself from the cupping hands. "This isn't… You're not..."

"Where am I?" Cloud choked, quickly changing the subject. "Is this your room?"

The man was silent.

"I'm so sorry!" Cloud cried, quickly bending down for his trousers. "I don't know how I got here! I don't remember anything!"

His eyes involuntarily rested back onto that stomach.

That gorgeous stomach...

It made zero sense. Why was Zack only wearing boxers! Why had Cloud been naked! Was it some sort of practical joke?

Why was he…?

"Um, Zack…" Cloud whispered, pointing down at the man's bulge. "T-those are mine… They are…"

His eyes stared back down at his own problem. "You're wearing my boxers."

"I know."

The reply was casual, but with a hint of fear. Zack's tone of voice was all too strange. Why was he not wearing his own boxers?

How had Cloud not noticed that the ones on the pile didn't belong to him!

Zack scratched his head awkwardly. "Mine weren't there when I woke up, so I got out of bed and put on whatever I could find. Sorry about that."

"But you only have one bed in your house…" Cloud pointed out. "All Soldier's do..."

Zack's eyes fell down onto the floor. "Yeah, I know."

... Wait.

Cloud swung his body back towards the bed, the pounding in his head returning with vengeance. It wasn't so much the alcohol anymore, though. He had completely forgotten his previous nausea. It was the sight before him that made him dizzy.

... Both pillows had been used.

He turned quickly towards the two nightstands, his eyes resting on the objects on top of them.

... They both had empty bottles.

"Please..."

His crotch cried out angrily; forgotten and still unsolved. Cloud's two eyes glanced back at the problem, his head screaming at him to listen. He tried not to think it through, but in the end it was inevitable. The bulge in his jeans made it impossible to ignore.

He had one more question to ask.

"Zack…" he whispered, unable to look at him in the eye. "Please… be honest. Did we… Did I… Last night, did we h-have…"

Cloud couldn't finish the sentence.

How could he say such a thing out loud to his friend!

... Friend?

Zack looked at him with unfamiliar seriousness, his face washed with both dishonour and doubt. Cloud tried to fool himself that the expression was a positive one, but knew deep down the answer would not be good. They both knew that the answer would hurt.

Those mako-infused eyes stared into him, their usual glow missing. "I don't know…" Zack choked, his eyes gripping his spiked hair tightly.

"I can't remember."

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