Disclaimer: I don't own GW, FF7 or 8, or any of the other series in this fic. I am poor. Depressing but true. This story is for entertainment only. It has yaoi. If you can't deal, don't read.
Quatre tried to run as the two beautiful men surrounded him. The Asian one stood before the blond, while the one with the bang closed in on him from behind. The poor confused student suddenly found himself sandwiched between two tall, lithe, and leather-clad bodies. At the DJ's table, one of the older bikers took over and started playing bump and grind music.
Both men began to sway their bodies, rubbing up against their smaller captive and using their hands to move him with the rhythm. Looking for help, Quatre found more than one person shared his problem.
Duo was being held on a Japanese biker's lap and kissed deeply even as he tried to wriggle away. Zell and his brother Cloud were being systematically herded into a corner by two men with matching scars. Principle Treize, seeing the trouble erupting at the Prom, started to march along the wall toward the light switch when four hands shot out of a curtained area.
One pair seized the startled man's mouth and right arm, while the other wrapped around his waist and pinned his left arm.
The last Quatre saw of the older man was a pair of very startled cornflower blue eyes.
Noin was pinned to a wall by two women who were whispering in her ear. Quatre couldn't tell what was said, but Noin turned several shades of red. Ranma, the best fighter at school, was fighting with a man who wore a bandanna and actually seemed to be enjoying it, even though it tore sections of his tux. Gourry sat at the buffet with a man on either side of him.
Like Noin, he was very red, but then each man was running a hand slowly and seductively up each of his thighs.
A tall redhead and a small man had pinned Yusuke to a chair. The smaller man sat in his lap devouring his mouth as the redhead held his arms behind him and nibbled on his neck. Flik had been flung over the shoulder of a bear like man and was being carried out the door! Then the men dancing with Quatre pressed even closer and their hands began to touch him in places no one ever had before. The sensations washed over him in waves and he lost track of anything outside of his own body.
End Part 2
Phoenix
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