A Matter of Spirit

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy 7, neither the story nor anything else (exept my OCs) and I don't make any profit by writing this.

Author's note: Yes, I know I changed Cloud's date of birth. But well, this is an AU...

Warnings: Medical stuff and and a spicy lemon at the end of the chapter.

Chapter 7: Changing Destiny

It was Tseng who suggested to meet in a small Costa-Del-Solian-style bar under the plate.

Lazard took place where his guests were already waiting. The "Argenta Luna" was still in sector six, near Wall market, but closer to the train graveyard, where sector seven began. Sephiroth, Genesis and Tseng were already seated in a booth , a couple of moments later the Director arrived.

A waitress approached them and asked them for their orders. Without any further comments, Lazard and Tseng ordered plain water, while Genesis demanded a Tequila Sunrise and Sephiroth nothing.

"So, did you read the papers I sent you ?", Lazard asked them after the waitress hurried away obviously intimidated by the four stern looking men.

Sephiroth nodded curtly, but Genesis queried: " I bet there's more about than just an ecological problem, so serious as this might be. So, what's going on?"

"Later," said Tseng. "I suggested this place for a meeting, not for the actual discussion which will take place at... another location. I'm afraid I have to ask you for your trust. But we need certain technical devices to communicate with the other person."

Muteness returned again when the waitress served their drinks and the men payed the bill. Sephiroth and Genesis immediatly understood. Tseng would bring them to one of the safe houses - the best kept secrets of the Turks.

"There's a Van waiting for us in the alley behind the bar," Tseng said. Sephiroth replied calmly: "And this Van won't have any windows, I suppose." When the leader of the Turks nodded, the General continued: "If it weren't for Lazard and the fact that the Commanders and myself noticed certain...differences in the leadership of ShinRa, I'd refuse. But as the situation is..."

Genesis nodded: "I agree. This whole situation feels like we're all sitting on a ticking time-bomb. So, well, for now we'll trust you.

"Very well then, " said Tseng after they'd finished their drinks more or less, " I'll go first, together with Sephiroth. Then, after a couple of minutes like we discussed, Lazard, you will follow with Genesis as you know the positition of the Van. Agreed ?"

It was on the tip of Genesis's tongue to make a remark about cheap spy movies, if he weren't fully aware of the seriousness of the situation. So he simply nodded. After a ride of at least half an hour in the (as already assumed) windowless Van which seemingly was additioningly soundproof, they arrived in a underground garage of that sort which existed probably hundredfold in upper Midgar. The Van stopped immediatly before the door which led to the elevators.

When they reached the twenty-fourth floor, it stopped and Tseng led them through a dim corridor to the featureless door of an apartment. The door was opened and Elena let them in. Obviously this wasn't an actual safe house, but more a improvised communication center of the Turks as the only equipment of the room was a table, some chairs and a big screen at the wall.

As soon as they took place, Rufus face appeared on the screen. But instead of the cool unmoving business man's face they were used to, the VP looked tired and even slightly haggard.

The VP began without the usual formalities: " Thank you for your appearance, gentlemen. Let's get right to the point. As you already know from the papers you received, we have to face a couple of serious problems which might lead to a desaster in the future: For the continent as well as for ShinRa.

First, the ecological problem caused by the draining of the Mako stream, second my father's state of mind, third , the fact that Hojo is aquiring enormous amounts of money. Obviously he's working on a secret project nobody knows about exept him and, probably, my father. Tseng, did you find out something already?"

"Nothing until now. Like we assumed, hacking Hojos files is a real challenge. My best experts are working around the clock, but, as I said it might take some time."

Sephiroth interrupted all of a sudden: " Maybe you should search for answers at other places."

The four other men looked surprised at the silver-haired fighter. "Please, explain yourself, General," Rufus said.

"As you know, in my childhood and youth I was taught by a lot of instructors. As SOLDIER was quite new at that time, most of them were what is referred now as regulars. One of them I met a few hours ago. We talked about the cost savings and he complained that this would affect the moral of the troopers...Nothing what I didn't know about already. But then he said something interesting: During the last few months, an increasing amount of troopers had gone MIA. Far more than in the time before. As we all know, nowadays the regulars are regarded more or less as cannon fodder. When they die, their corpses are usually found on the battlefield. They normally don't go on missions like SOLDIERs, so cases of MIA were rather rare events. But my source said that in the last four months they had more than twenty cases of MIA, while formerly they had maybe six or seven troopers reported as MIA in a whole year, and it were usually the older ones. But these troopers who disappeared through these last four months were without any exeption young men between thirteen and twenty years."

"Maybe they had gone in fact AWOL and Heidegger wanted to cover up the fact that there was a problem with the moral of his troops?", asked Lazard.

The General shook his head: " They found bloodstained parts of fatigues - parts with names, dog tags, and body parts like a foot or a hand - things by which the troopers could be identificated easily - but never the actual bodies. A trooper who plans to go AWOL would either try to leave as few traces as possible or he would fake his death. But in no way he would cut of his hand, " Sephiroth looked into the cam, "Knowing Hojo's methods, and adding to this the fact that his budget has been increased considerably by the President, I would assume that he's aquiring new subjects."

The VP nodded: " This would explain the enormous arise in Hojo's budget. Tseng, I know that you're busy, but please would you try to hack Heidegger's files too?"

"Yes, Sir. Heidegger isn't as half as intelligent as Hojo, so this shouldn't be a problem."

"And now to the fourth - and most urgent matter," said Rufus. His voice was as cool like usually, but his eyes spoke volumes.

" Reno. I'm sure, everybody of you knows what he means to me. But right know, his life is threatened," the VP hesitated for a moment, then he continued, " You probably know that a TURK is to be executed when he's determined as unreliable or mental instabile. Last week, Reno suffered a mental breakdown due to events of his past. And my father...well nothing he would like to do better than to give the order to execute him, - especially now as he knows that the surrogate mother is pregnant with my child. This was the condition under which he allowed me the relationship with Reno. But now, as the baby is on the way, he doesn't have any reason anymore to...accept this. He could force the TURKs to hand him out the baby, discard me and then kill Reno. But, Tseng, you said that there might be a chance to prevent this...."

"Yes, Sir. And that's why I demanded Genesis's part taking in this meeting."

"Me? Why?," asked the Commander and gave Tseng a mistrustful glare - and then he exchanged a look with Sephiroth.

He didn't really trusted the Turks, exept Reno. And they owed Reno a lot. Without him they wouldn't have had a chance to arrive in time to resque Angeal, Zack and the others from the Koibito.

"Because you have the best diplomatic relations to Wutai we've got at this point of time," the leader of the TURKs said, " See, when the father of the current President initiated the Department of Administrative Research, he determined the rules for them. He was a very foreseing man and wanted to avoid any murders due to struggle for power among the family. So he decided that the TURKS were allowed to kill anyone - exept a ShinRa, even when a ShinRa gave the order to do so. On the contrary, they have strict order to keep every ShinRa safe - whatever it may take. So, if Rufus and Reno would be married by law, the President could do nothing against him anymore."

"But there aren't any legal marriage ceremonies between same sex partners on the continents existing," remarked Lazard.

"Not on the continents - but in Wutai. We have a very ancient tradition of marriages between men. If the wedding would take place in the palace of Wutai, under the auspices of Lord Uero, and possibly with the presence of the media, nobody could deny the legitimacy of that marriage," Tseng said.

"You overestimate my diplomatic influence," Genesis stated, "True, Lord Uero and me are in a slightly friendly relationship. But he's very well aware that he's a ruler by grace of President ShinRa . With Godo, it would have been simple, a bag full of Gil and he would have agreed. But Uero - that's another story."

"Maybe you should take Corporal Strife with you, " said Lazard.

"Cloud ? But why?"

"Since he came out of his shell, thanks to Lt. Hunter , I noticed that he's very charming in an innocent way. He's a beautiful young man with an irrestibile smile and - most important - he doesn't have any history in Wutai. He'd never hurt any Wutaians ever before. I'm sure he'll win the hearts of the members of theWutaian court in no time," said the SOLDIER Director.

Genesis jumped off his seat, angry, looking like he was ready to throttle Lazard: "Lazard! You can't be serious! Do you really think of me that way? That I'll offer Cloud to them like a cute little virgin bride? Or should I better say a whore?"

The Director lifted his hand in an attempt to appease the Commander of the Second Class "Please calm down, Genesis! I never meant it that way. If you declare that Cloud is a virgin and that he's, according to our law, not at a legal age, they will understand and respect this!", said Lazard.

"And what about his mentor? Lt. Hunter was raped in Wutai!," shouted the redhead, " What do you think he will do when he learns that his protegé shall be the kingpin in a charme offensive?"

"Genesis, please! I ensure you that Hunter is free to accompany and watch over Strife at every moment, may it be at day or night. And like I said, Cloud won't be involved in any dubious actions. You could claim that you brought him with you to give him the opportunity to learn more about the Wutaian language and culture, " the Director tried to assuage the furious Commander.

"He could represent the future, Commander Rhapsodos. A friendlier, more respectful and less agressive ShinRa. When I take my father's place, I plan to change many things. And in this case, I could offer one thing in which Lord Uero for sure would be interested in : Independence."

"You really plan to retreat the forces from Wutai?", asked Genesis disbelievingly.

"Yes. There'll be no need anymore for Wutai's Mako sources anymore. If our plans turn out to be successful, then Wutai will be a souvereign nation again." said the VP.

"But for the time being, Lord Uero will have to deal with your father. But well, I'll try my very best," sighed Genesis.

"I agree, " Sephiroth said calmly, "But under one condition, Tseng."

"Which would that be, General?" the leader of the Turks asked.

"I want you to find out why Hollander lyed about Strife's Mako level."

Genesis gaped at Sephiroth: "He did ...what? Seph, does that mean that Cloud's Mako level isn't as high as Hollander claimed?"

The General looked at his lover pensively: "No, on the contrary. It's at least similar to your's or Angeal's level at the point of time when you joined ShinRa."

"How comes that you know about this, General?", asked Tseng.

"I beg for your understanding, but I don't want to endanger my source of information, Tseng"

The leader of the Turks sighed: "Very well then. As you granted Commander Rhapsodos the allowance at least to try to talk with Uero, I will do my best to get into Hollanders database. General, did you find anything in Strive's file about his origins? "

"Not very much, "said Sephiroth, " Date of birth 21-3-86, Place of birth: Niebelheim, born illegitime, Name of the mother: Elanor Strife, Name of the father: unknown. When Cloud was asked about his father during the assessment center, he told the officer that his mother never disclosed him his name, only that he died when Cloud was a baby. That's all we know so far."

"So we have to send an undercover agent to Niebelheim too. I'll have to think about which of my men would fit in such a rural community...," said Tseng.

Sephiroth shrugged: " What about if the chopper with Genesis, Strife and Hunter has to have a short stop at Niebelheim. With the support - and maybe a bit of intimidation provided by Genesis and Hunter, they could maybe find out a bit more. What do you think, Tseng?"

"Good idea, General. Do you think that Strife will be able to stand the pressure? As far as I know, the whole village was against him?"

"He won't be alone. And I'm sure that Hunter as well as Genesis would enjoy to frighten some of the villagers."

Genesis grinned ferously: " I will make use of Rapier until we'll know the truth!"

"No, Commander Rhapsodos," said the General," The last thing we would need concerning this matter is a massacre. This would only make known our...investigations to people...Well, people who shouldn't know about what we're doing. Understand?"

"Understood, Sir!", nodded Genesis, now every inch of him just being Commander Rhapsodos,

"Very well, " sighed the leader of theTurks, "I'll provide you with a chopper which is equipped with a small time fuze, just enough for a emergency landing, but not enough to endanger your lifes. Shotgun has experience with this. She should be able to procure two or three hours in Niebelheim for you. Do you agree, Mr. Vice-President?"

Rufus nodded from the screen. "Agreed. So when would you be able to travel to Wutai?"

The Commander of the Second Class tilted his head : " I think, we should start at the second of November. Even if it may looks to everyone as I could make a trip to Wutai whenever I want to - I can ensure you that this isn't the case, especially as this mission will probably take more than two or three days. As a matter of fact, I have to attend six important meetings during the next three weeks. One of them, by they way will be the monthly SOLDIER Meeting with your father, which will include discussing Hunter's monthly rapport about Cloud's progress. What's your opinion? How should we proceed with it? Do you think your father knows about Cloud's real Mako level?"

The VP shrugged: "I'm sorry, but I can't tell for sure what my father knows about. You're probably all aware of the fact that he doesn't really trust me anymore. But my guess is that, as Hollander isn't among his closest trustees for years now and the good doctor has every reason to hold a grudge against my father, I'd think that he told him the official result. It would be the most rational thing to do because if he reveiled Strive's true Mako level, I have no doubt that my father would assign Strife to Hojo - which would be the very last thing Hollander wanted. So, I think you should proceed as with the rapports before - only that you add this time that it would be for Strife's benefit if he would get some experience with Wutaian culture."

Genesis sighed: " Very well. Concerning the length of my abidance...As you know , your father every time demands of me to find some Wutaian... works of arts for him."

"You mean his porn, " the VP smiled dryly.

"Yes," Genesis smirked,"I think he has practically every Hetero and Yuri Manga now what you can buy on the market. So I'll tell him that this time I'll need a couple of weeks more to find what he wants," replied Genesis.

"Very well then. Will you inform me when you leave?"

Genesis nodded. "Tseng will inform you. And, Sir? Would you please tell Reno from all of us that he should get well better soon?"

For the first time Rufus showed a real smile: "I'll do. Thank you very much."

Sephiroth nodded: " Dr. Martin will arrive at noon tomorrow. I know that he'll be able to help your future husband."

"Thank you to you too. General," Rufus said, "We should quit this communication now. Until later then."

XXXXXX

Two hours later, Sephiroth and Genesis were again in the General's apartment. Lazard had wisely decided to retreat into his own quarters, knowing that the redheaded Commander would hold a grudge against him for at least one or two days.

Genesis had reclined on the bed, sipping the egg-nogg heavily spiced with rum his lover had made for him. "So would you tell me now what's the problem with Cloud's Mako level and Hollander?"

Sephiroth sat down at the edge of the bed and looked at his lover: " As I told you already, when I was very young, not everyone in the lab treated me as a subject. There was Rhonda, a nurse, who practically raised me. But when I was six years old, Hojo decided that she was getting...too attached to me and threw her out of his team. Of course she couldn't be like a mother to me, but we were ...very close." Despite his efforts to get rid of her for good, she was, due to her exellent abilities, assigned to Hollander then."

"It must have been awful for you to be seperated from her," Genesis said compassionately.

"Yes it was. But, you know..., " The General smiled, thinking of the cookies and sweets Rhonda gave him at their secret meetings, "Rhonda has a good head on her shoulders and so we managed to meet secretely every few weeks - exept for two years when she was like swallowed up by the earth. That was when I was between eight and nine years old - the years 1985 and -86. Then one day, all of a sudden, she appeared in Midgar again, together with Hollander, and since then, we met from time to time. She never told me though what she did in these two years."

"And how was she involved with Cloud's basic treatments?"

"She was the nurse who assisted Hollander with Cloud's treatment. She wasn't really surprised that Cloud got an anesthesia - as you now it isn't that unusual that some SOLDIERs take pretty cadets as love interests and usually the SOLDIERs manage to bribe the attending doctor - even Hojo, who seems especially eager to accept a bit of extra income, probably to fund his vacancies as a wannabee playboy in Costa Del Sol - to treat the candidates as "special cases", which means that the treatment takes place in a seperate room and the boy is sedated, as well as he gets a thorough intestinal cleansing with an expensive medication and a catheter instead of a diaper and lying in his own excrements for hours. "

Genesis lowered his head. Sometimes he felt glad that he was already born with the cells instead of having to suffer the implantation. Even if it were living Jenova cells and not the devitalized ones the candidates got. It was unavoidable that the candidates had to suffer immense torture and lost control over their body functions for two or three hours after the injection of the cells into the spinal marrow - usually crying with pain... "It's a shame that the boys have to go through this if they aren't treated as 'special cases,' said the redhead, " We should talk to Rufus about this. Well, in case he's successful."

"If he's successful I already planned to discuss this topic with him," the General nodded. "What else did Rhonda said about Cloud?"

"The first thing what astounded her was that Cloud, after he came to again when the J-cells were implanted, didn't complain about any burning pain in the back as it was to expected - just a slight feeling of pressure. Then Hollander injected one Mako dose after another. Although it were always small doses - never more than one unit instead of the ten units which were applyed to the other candidates at once, Rhonda was really afraid that he would kill Cloud after he gave him the sixteenth dose , but," the General sighed, "She had learned her lesson and kept her mouth shut," then he continued, "The urine in the bag connected to the catheter changed into a grassgreen colour and Hollander added more and more Mako doses. Much to Rhonda's surprise, Cloud kept up relatively well. It was only when he began to groan with pain that Hollander stopped the injections. He demanded Rhonda to fill out the form which stated Cloud's Mako level at 71.9 percent over average and then he ordered her to remove the catheter and dispose of the urine bag.

But, while Cloud was resting for an hour, she secretely took a sample of the urine and tested it. Although the results of the urine tests aren't as reliable as the blood test, she could state that Cloud's Mako level was at very least 84 percent over average."

"84 percent?," gasped Genesis, " There's no way that this level can be caused by natural exposition to Mako! And now he already has got his third Mako shower!"

"Indeed," said Sephiroth, " and that's the reason why I accepted this deal. Only the Turks have the ressources and the experts to find out the truth."

"Oh Minerva! Poor Cloud ! What did Hollander to him?", sighed Genesis, "He must have known about Cloud's Mako level before, else he wouldn't have take such a risk - especially not after Angeal threatened him..."

"Yes," muttered Sephiroth," Do you remember how Cloud, even as a cadet, managed to surprise all of us with his physical strength, despite his small fragile frame?"

Genesis nodded and thought of that Sunday afternoon meeting on the lawn of the SOLDIER compound when Angeal, for once being in a playful mood, allowed Cloud to hold the Buster Sword. All of them gaped with surprise when that little guy not only managed to lift the mighty blade, but even brandished it, albeit a bit clumsy. But it was unbelievable to watch this! There were other SOLDIERs watching this scene who cried out with surprise. To see that the unhanced petit cadet managed to brandish the heavy Buster Sword...Practically in no time Cloud was the most important topic of the chat on the base. For sure Hollander as well as Hojo would have heard about this event.

Genesis frowned: "Wait, you said that Rhonda was missed in the years '85 and '86? And Cloud was born in 1986. Hollander took during these two years a kind of sabbatical at an unknown place. Allegedly to pursue some fundamental research. Angeal and me were assigned to Hojo in this time - who thankfully wasn't really interested in us as we were determined inferior to you. Nonetheless he had the order to keep an eye on us. He brought you with him when he came to Banora for the routine exams every six months. Do you remember? That was when we met for the first time. But, well, what, if Rhonda accompanied Hollander in his 'sabbatical'?"

Sephiroth nodded. "Yes. There might be a connection. I'd like to talk to her again about this. But unfortunately....she disappeared again - the night after Cloud's basic treatment. This time, at least, she left me a message, written in our personal code. She told me about the unusual results of Cloud's treatment, everything what I told you right now and promised to contact me as soon as she found a safe resort for herself. But anyway... Tseng should try to get into Hollanders files. Let's see what he'll find out," replied the General calmly, " And until then, all of us will do everything to keep Cloud safe. Thinking of this, it isn't such a bad idea if he spends some time in Wutai, is it?"

Genesis looked at his lover: "Regarding these circumstances, I agree. Probably Wutai will be for Cloud the safest place for the time being. Let's just hope your nurse or Tseng will find the information."

Sephiroth nodded: " Let's hope so."

Genesis muttered: " I'll be damned if Hollander didn't do anything with Cloud when he was born."

"I agree. Especially as Rhonda mentioned that Cloud didn't feel the typical pain after the implantation of the cells. This is simply impossible as the J-cells have to connect themselves first with the neural system before they are spread through the bloodstream into the bone marrow and the rest of the body. So, Cloud's lack of pain can only mean that Hollander knew already that Cloud had J- cells in him - and he injected some kind of harmless substance to fake the implantation," stated Sephiroth.

"Wait...Did Cloud made a written application ?"

"Yes, long before the deadline. Although it must have been on the way for months, it arrived two weeks before the assment center."

"As I know from Zack's case, usually applications from recruits from regions with highly natural Mako exposition are copied and sent to the labs..."

"Indeed. This way the scientists get a picture of possible high level candidates, " said Sephiroth pensively, "What if Hollander's lab of choice for his so called 'fundamental research' had been the lab in the ShinRa villa in Niebelheim? Hojo had abandoned it after my mother died and he brought me to Midgar."

"Then only one look at Cloud's datas would have told him who he was dealing with," said Genesis , now clearly agitated.

"But if Cloud was his subject, why did he left him behind - in the hands of a simple rural woman who didn't even liked the child?"

"Hell, this story gets more and more mysterious! And then Cloud's assessment center...His psychological profile was deemed negative - which normally means that an applicant doesn't have any chance to be accepted, may his other abilities as good as they might be."

"Yes, indeed this was quite mysterious. The supervising officer was First Class Colonel Phelps. Other than you did with Snyder, he didn't watch any of Cloud's evaluations. And Cloud had even three voices against him: Not only the psychologist, but the medic too, who determined him as too small and lightweighted. And of course the representatives of the administration agreed and wanted to send Cloud back home or to the regulars. But at the board meeting, Phelps made use of his veto right - emphatically - and enforced that Cloud was accepted into the Academy. But unfortunately we can't ask him anymore. He died about eleven months ago in a car accident."

"Holy shit! I think we stirred up a hornets' nest! But you're right: Until the TURKs find out something or Rhonda sends you a message, we'll have to watch Cloud like a hawk!"

XXXXXXXX

Sunday afternoon again. But other than the Sunday afternoons before which were filled with boredom while Tommy was visiting his sister, this time Kris was in the gym, desperately trying to get used to the new kata.

Everything had changed since the schedule had been streamlined. Not only the Saturday afternoons weren't any longer free, but the demands on the cadets in general had been increased. Kris knew that he wasn't the best of his squad in sword-work, so he had to use every free minute to exercise.

His light ash blond strains were wet with sweat and glued on his forehead, when he tried the same fucking move for the sixth time.

"Hey! Watch your feet! ", a voice called from behind him.

"Huh?" Kris turned around. There stood Beckett, one of the second year cadets: "I said: Watch your feet. When you're keeping your feet so far apart, your opponent will unhinge you and you'll lose the fight."

"Uh, thanks...Beckett?", asked Kris shyly.

"Yeah, but you can call me Chase. Look. If you want, I can show you the third kata again."

"Thank you, Chase. But I hope I don't steal your own training time."

"Nah," the blond boy with the spiky short hair shrugged, " I came just here to let some steam off. And besides, I know what you first year's are going through now. Must be awful."

Two hours later, both of them were coated with sweat - but Kris could perform the kata flawlessly!

"Thank you, Chase!," he gasped breathlessly.

"Ah, don't mention it, You can do your kata now and I calmed down a bit," grinned the blond, " 'kay. You did really well. Let's hit the shower now," the second year cadet said, "We both look like as we'd just had to fight Bahamut."

Kris grinned: " I we really had fought Bahamut, you could now collect the remains of me in a can, " snickered Kris, "But the shower is a good idea."

When they were in the locker room and undressed themselves, Chase discovered the scars on Kris backside. "Who did that to you? Father? Mother?"

Kris looked at his new friend: "How do you know? But yeah, it was my foster father."

Chase sighed : " See, when I was six, we had a kid in our neighbourhood. She looked always the same like you. One day the cops came and dragged her mother in the police car. And behind them came a single cop with a small body bag in his arms. She had beaten her daughter to death. Some parents shouldn't have children."

"Yes," Kris looked at Chase, "They'd only taken me in because they thought they couldn't have children of their own. But two years later, they'd got a daughter. And at once I was redundant."

"Shit." Chase laid his hand on Kris's shoulder. When he didn't felt resistance he continued with kneading it softly. "Listen, Kris. I can't promise you anything, I mean love or even just a relationship. In fact, I'd like to be transferred again to Junon after I made the cut. So, there probably won't be a long relationship or so between us. Would you...in spite of that...?"

When the boy from the Grasslands nodded, Chase said:" You should know that you aren't obliged to anything for me. I'll help you with your sword-training anyway, may you say yes or no."

"I want it," said Kris, "I think, I have to ...calm down a bit too."

"After that training session?," laughed Chase, "But, Ok, well, let's go into the shower now!"

While the water was splashing down on them, Chase let his hands glide over Kris's body, massaging the body wash gently into his friend's skin, followed by soft kisses. When Chase's mouth met his lips, Kris felt like he'd melting. And then he learned what Joey once meaned with the use of the tongue. It was an exhilarating feeling when Chase's tongue invaded his mouth, exploring every little part of it.

Kris moaned into the kiss when their tongues began a strange mixture of wrestling and dance. It was only when they seperated , both of them panting for air, that he realized that Chase's hands were massaging his ass and his own dick was hard.

Their bodies got closer, wet skin rubbing on wet skin, their stiff members stroking each other. And at once he felt a finger at his tight entrance, softly exploring it as he'd always imagined how it should be.

"Aaah, Chase! Yess!"

"You really want it?"

"Yes, damn! Do it! Fuck me!!"

"You're still a virgin, aren't you?", gasped Chase.

"Yeah, but I want it now!"

" 'kay...Turn around. Press your hands against the wall and spread your legs... Yeah that's it...Ooh.."

Kris did as demanded, pressed his hands against the wall, bent over and sticked his ass towards Chase as he was horny beyond imagination now. And then felt Kris a finger invading his body. It was nothing like it had been at the medical exam. This was a loving touch and all of a sudden the fingertip hit a certain spot inside him he'd never knew about before.

"Aaaah! Oh, do it again! Don't stop, please!"

"This is your prostrate, Kris," whispered Chase and began to massage the highly sensitive gland.

Kris whimpered and looked down at himself, saw the strings of precum dripping from his stiff cock and couldn't stop groaning. "Yeah! Yeah!," he whimpered. Then was a second finger in his orifice, stretching it carefully, then a third one...Kris felt that he was ready. "Now, oh please!"

"You sure?", gasped Chase and when Kris nodded, he inserted slowly his cock into that thight opening.

"Aaaah!"

"Sorry, I didn't want to hurt you..."

"Naah, just stay like you are. Just don't move."

" ' kay babe. Everything what you want," panted the older cadet, kept his dick still and began with his right hand to stroke Kris's dripping cock while he massaged with his left one his friend's abdomen. After a few moments the pain was over.

"Yes....Now!", Kris moaned and Chase began to pump inside him with slow long strokes, always trying to hit his friend's prostrate, while he was stroking the hard member in his hand faster and faster.

Kris was already over the hill now. His moans grew faster and louder: " Aaaah now...now....!"

Chase pistoned wildly his hips now and even over the the sound of the shower, even over their own moans, the sound of skin smacking hard against skin could be heard. Chase's hand stroked Kris's cock harder and faster now. And then it happened.Kris's sphincter clenched manically and he cried out loudly when he watched as the shots of his cum splashed against the wall.

A moment later he heard Chase's cry and then gushes of a warm fluid were filling him. They were still for a couple of minutes until Chase's softened member slided out of Kris.

It took a while for them to catch their breath again, but then Kris said: " Thank you, Chase. You just washed away every bad thing humans ever did to me."

"Don't mention it, buddy," Chase murmured and snuggled his forehead against Kris's shoulder, The boy from the Graslands could swear that he felt tears at the crook of his neck.

A few minutes later Chase stroke Kris's back: " Nah, don't try to keep it inside you. It will flow out anyway, " he said calmly.

Chase looked at Kris's orifice. Swollen,but there was no blood, thanks Gaia. "Just try to spill it out. C'mmon, I'll clean you up, " he said and fetched one of the disposable wash clothes.

One hour later the boy from the Grasslands laid in his bed. His behind was still a bit sore, but he was content. 'This is what it should be like', he thought, before he fell asleep.