New story! It's a pretty messed up concept but I really wanted to write it...yeah XD Enjoy!

1wildrose1 .. x

Rating: NC-17
Pairing (s): Zack/Cloud, Sephiroth/Cloud and Cloud/various OCs
Disclaimer: I don't own the Final Fantasy franchise or any of the characters.
Summary: He'd moved from Nibelheim to better himself. Moved from the security of his childhood home, from his mother, from poverty – only to be thrust into a world that was cruel and unforgiving. One that forced him to give up his pride for money, lie to his friends and killed any hope of a better life. But stories never end there...

Warnings: Shounen-ai (Male/male relationships), Yaoi (Male/male sexual relationships), Under-age sex, Paedophilia, Prostitution, Drug abuse, Sadomasochism, Bondage, Gang violence...probably more – it's pretty messed up. AU.

There will be no individual chapter warnings of explicit content – if you don't wish to read such content, I suggest not reading this particular fic at all.

Prologue

"You're this desperate for money, kid?"

Cloud had never liked the man's voice – it was malicious, dripping with oil and cruel intent. This situation seemed to intensify the dislike – with his T-shirt hiked up to his chin and his jeans undone at the front as he sat straddling the man's lap. What was worse than his voice was the chill in his fingertips as they trailed down his chest to his stomach – further still to strain against the elastic of his boxer shorts.

The boy knew exactly how he got here.

All he could manage was a nod at the question, afraid to open his mouth, else he lose his stomach or heart, both of which seemed to have taken up occupancy of his throat. Or he would scream. Cry and yell for him to stop touching him. Stop, stop, please stop!

"My clients are pretty interested in you – I think I'd be able to to get you a few customers." The smile he gave Cloud as he caressed bare flesh with cold blooded hands was sharp – like a predator's. "They've all asked about you – said to me about 'that pretty little blond who brought me my stuff'. All of 'em have offered me a nice price for you. You'd even be able to pay for your little family to stay in that house after my cut. What do you say, kid?"

"Y-you just..." Cloud swallowed around a cotton tongue, forcing out weak words. "You said that it would just be you..."

The man huffed out a laugh, letting his other hand come into play by cupping Cloud's jaw and tilting his face upwards into the dim office light. He leant forward in his desk chair, pressing his chapped lips to the ear of the young man in his lap. "I meant that I'd want to sample you, baby – test the product before distribution."

"B-but..." Cloud squeezed his eyes shut, willing everything away – from the sickness roiling in his gut to the steady pressure of the desk against the small of his back. He shook his head, hearing the bleak buzzing of the beginnings of panic creep down his ear canals – was there another way? Not for people like me. Shinra made sure of that. "I don't think I can...I've never even..."

Another laugh – greasy and hollow. "You're just perfect, aren't you?" He reached into the pocket of his pressed black suit jacket, bringing out a small plastic bag full of colourful pills. Something Cloud was more familiar with than he'd like. "Don't worry, Cloud." He tucked a lock of blonde hair behind the boy's ear in a parody of affection. "What kind of employer would I be if I rushed you into something that you weren't trained for? Without appropriate preparation?"

The hand on his face slid slowly down his neck, raising goosebumps of discomfort as they continued along his shoulder, down his arm, counting each finger as he prised them out of the tightly clenched fist that they'd formed. He pressed one single pill into his palm.

Cloud parted his trembling lips, shaping his words carefully. "I don't do that shit, Boss – I just sell it."

Boss smirked, closing his hand over Cloud's own, encasing the pill. "You know I wouldn't ever give you something addictive, baby. You're my favourite of all my boys – I wouldn't ever ruin you. This is just something to take the edge off."

"I know what it is."

"You don't have to take it – I just thought I'd be considerate and offer it." Taking Cloud's other hand, Boss pressed it flat against the boy's own stomach, his fingers just touching the edge of his underwear. "I only want a show today. You don't even have to take off any clothes. See?" He leaned forward again, breathing his stale breath down Cloud's ear. "I'll treat you well, Cloud. You can trust me."

He'd long ago run out of options. The thought of touching himself in front of the Boss made his stomach turn, but what could he do? Cloud slowly opened the abandoned fist, staring at the mess of yellow stain that had bled from the pill onto his palm. He would never get hard without it.

He'd be able to lose this memory in the dream like haze of an X tweak.

He'd be able to convince himself that he wasn't this deep into poverty.

...His family would have a roof over their heads for another month at least.

Ignoring his instincts, Cloud slapped his hand to his mouth, swallowing the tiny smiley face with ease. His baby blues widened in shock as the ecstasy began to flow through his veins almost immediately. He stared at Boss in question, watching as his lips stretched into an alluring smirk. Wait...alluring?

"Do you like it? I've been experimenting – it's laced with traces of Mako. Makes it work pretty fast and the effects differ a little from the normal stuff. I designed it just for you."

His teeth bit down on his bottom lip harshly, hating how his palms were beginning to get sweaty and his jeans were too tight, even with the opening in the front. His nipples hardened from the exposure to the cold room and his skin felt too sensitive – like any touch could make him come in an instant. The hand on his stomach itched to do something – to delve into his jeans and grab his cock more than anything.

The eyes on him – icy, grey eyes – felt caressing. They added to the shocks racing down to his spine to the tips of his toes. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he began to pant from the anticipation of...of what? He hadn't done anything yet.

"Hmm...isn't it powerful?" A moan tore its way out his mouth at the whispered words.

When had he leaned in again? Before Cloud could stop himself he found his hands grasping Boss' biceps, pressing his chest closer against the other man's and gasping at the sensation as his nipples scraped against the silky fabric of the expensive suit.

Boss finally slipped from his untouchable persona slightly, groaning at the sight of this beautiful young boy helplessly turned on in his lap. He slid his hands down the back of Cloud's jeans, gripping handfuls of firm ass and pulled forward to press the boy's crotch to his stomach, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure.

It was so surreal – like it wasn't really happening, or he was just remembering it. But he knew that he was really grinding his hips into the Boss' stomach, panting like a wounded animal. He knew that he really reached into his boxers and pumped his cock frantically until he came into his hand, moaning into the padded shoulder of his employer's suit jacket.

His head felt so light but the dirty feeling still remained. The shame and humiliation stuck to him like a second skin while the Boss pressed his lips to his ear, as he seemed to like doing, whispering disgusting compliments and making promises that Cloud feared he would keep.

"That wasn't so bad, was it, Cloud?" Boss ran his fingers through the boy's hair, staring into pupils that were blown wide. "Look at that – you just paid the rent."