Day 14 - Crossdressing/Glory Hole - Final Fantasy 7

Cloud lingered for a moment in the Mobile Unit barracks, peeking into some of the soldier’s drawers and pocketing little handfuls of their belongings. It wasn’t like him, at least not usually. But in his defense, these guys were assholes. Especially Roche, who he’d helped himself to a solid amount of money from. He was considering it back pay for rewarding a win in a fair fight with the equivalent of thirteen gil and some pocket lint.

There were a couple of jobs he was here to do, and robbing Shinra’s working stiffs blind wasn’t high on them. But he’d done what he needed to, and in pretty good time too. Yuffie made espionage out to be harder than it was. Cloud had figured out where Roche and the patrols were going to be as they looked for Aerith, he’d slipped a bug into their briefing room where he was pretty sure they weren’t going to find it, and he’d even had a little time for some personal sabotage. Some sugar in Roche’s tank and some grease in his pomade. Now he got to have a little petty, personal vengeance.

As he grabbed a handful of gil, he made the same mistake he’d made a dozen times so far and went to put it in his usual pocket. He’d managed to find a Mobile Unit rookie uniform for sneaking around in, and their gear was just different enough to throw them off. It also didn’t remotely help that the uniform he’d gotten had turned out to not be unisex. The women’s uniforms in the mobile unit were a little tight in the crotch for his liking. A little baggy in the rear and the chest. Loose at the hips, tight at the shoulders. Their visors came down at a slightly sharper angle and with different-colored lenses, looser scarves. But if anyone got close enough to see that he didn’t fit his uniform quite right, they were probably close enough to recognize him anyway.

He straightened up, tugging at the tight shoulders of his uniform before taking a few steps toward the door, then stopping. Footsteps were coming from both directions in the hallway. Cloud slid to one side of the door and waited for them to pass. They stopped roughly outside, and he swallowed heavily as he waited for them to come in and blow the whole thing. That was part of it Yuffie hadn’t been exaggerating. It all swung from good to shit and bad to great in the space of a few seconds. But they didn’t enter.

“You haven’t seen Mary, have you?” One male voice asked.

“Mouth-Freak Mary or Junior Commander Mary?” Another male voice responded.

“What are the chances?” The first voice chuckled, “Two girls in the whole unit, and they’ve both got the same name.”

“Yeah, well,” The second voice didn’t sound amused. “Don’t get them confused, rook. Not unless you want to be scrubbing the bathrooms with a toothbrush.”

“Mouth-Freak, obviously. I haven’t seen her in a few days.”

“If she’s not in the mess hall or the usual place, she’s probably out on patrol.”

“That’s the thing, I checked the patrol schedule. She last went out on Saturday and isn’t due out again until next Saturday.” The first voice lost just a touch of its good humor. “You don’t think something happened to her out on patrol, do you?”

“I don’t know, I’m not her supervisor,” The second voice sounded annoyed. “What the fuck did she do to get such a lax patrol schedule?”

“Well, if you have to ask…” Cloud could hear the smirk on his face.

“Yeah, forget it. Stupid question.” The second voice grunted.

After a moment’s silence, Cloud heard them salute each other. Mobile Unit had a special salute like a secret handshake; pounding your chest twice with one hand and then saluting with the other, bringing the armored knuckles of your saluting hand hard enough against your helmet to make a little metallic clang. If you lingered long enough in their headquarters, the steady ‘thump-thump-ting’ of dozens of exchanged salutes started to sound like the place’s heartbeat. Finally, their feet moved away down the corridor and Cloud slipped from his hiding place. He waited an extra few seconds longer than he probably needed to and then passed into the hallway. Moving at an uncomfortable speed walk in his badly-fitted uniform, he kept his head on a swivel and tried to remember exactly how he’d gotten in so he could make his way back out as quickly as humanly possible.

Most Shinra-funded bases had a strict rule of being circular. Shinra likely fully understood that hard angles and corners made for more defensible positions, but either they didn’t care or the old ways died hard. Early on, scientists who studied the lifestream believed that it needed to be physically trapped to be exploited. So their first reactor designs had been circles with an inlet but no outlet. Then, incidentally, it had turned out that you could design buildings for people with the same sort of mindset. Make it easy for people to be brought into the flow and interplay of bodies, but hard for them to remove themselves again without intent or help. Even a city could follow the same rules of structure. Contain perceived criminals in areas with other criminals, the wealthy with the wealthy.

The pretty stupid side-effect of this was that going against the stream was the fastest way to get out of these places, but it drew attention to you. So he followed a distant pair of backs moving down the hall, looking for his turn to get out.

Then, suddenly, the stream broke. Both of the uniformed bodies moving up ahead of him ducked out of the way and pressed their backs up against the walls of the hallway. A marching group moved in step toward them. The people behind Cloud turned on their heels and started walking away, the people in front of them were too late. They were already going the wrong way despite not having done so a second before. And the leader of the marching group was giving the two and earful for their mistake.

Cloud was caught in the middle. The people behind him had been able to turn around and get out of the way, the people in front had been in the way. But if Cloud turned and started walking now, they’d see him and probably give him an earful too. He looked to either side and saw a bathroom. He didn’t hesitate. The one thing you couldn’t be was flat-footed.

It was a spotless bathroom. Cloud suspected somebody had pissed off Junior Commander Mary recently. The tiles were stark, spotless white and black while the walls and fixtures were a bland, gun-metal gray. As the footsteps got closer, Cloud moved into the end stall and locked the door behind him. He pulled his helmet down a little more over his eyes and pushed his scarf up around his lips. If anybody came in and looked, they were going to notice he didn’t have his pants down. But if anybody was checking stalls to be sure that the people inside were actually doing their business, then Mobile Unit was more of a hellscape than he’d thought.

He hadn’t noticed it when he came in, because it wasn’t the kind of thing you looked for. Cloud sat on the toilet, breathing heavily into his scarf, and as he looked around the stall his eyes fixated on it. Along with the toilet paper, on the wall connecting his stall to the next one over, somebody had cut a hole in the dark wall. It was about hip-height, about forearm-thick, and probably wasn’t for passing through more paper. The edges of it were well-sanded and even, covered in little bits of yellow tape.

Either it was a joke or it wasn’t. You couldn’t assume. Of course, with this being Mobile Unit, Cloud did make his assumptions.

The marching feet moved past in the hall and started to fade. One pair of footsteps broke rank and moved into the bathroom. Cloud started to sweat just a bit in his uniform as the heavy thump of boots moved casually from the entryway over to the sink. After they had washed, they moved over into the stall next to him. Right about the time Cloud was questioning why somebody would wash up before using the bathroom, he heard the other stall door close and lock. But then… hesitation. The creak of the other person’s uniform. A grubby, slightly immature face peeked an eye through the hole in the wall and looked at him. Cloud tried not to make eye contact.

“Oh shit,” The guy in the other stall whispered, “Mary? Is that you?”

Cloud was about to tell him no when he hesitated. He was wearing a woman’s uniform, probably looked enough like one with his visor down and his scarf up. Even if this guy was both green as hell and a moron to boot - a perfectly fair assumption with Mobile Unit - he would probably recognize the gender of the uniforms. If he had peeked through and seen what was clearly a guy, he probably wouldn’t be gawking.

But that also meant that if he said no, hell, if he spoke at all, he was probably going to have to answer some uncomfortable questions about why he was wearing somebody else’s uniform. The kind of questions that quickly escalated to ‘wait, I don’t actually recognize you’ and ‘come with me, we’re going to go talk to the commander about this.’

Instead, Cloud simply saluted. The dull ‘thump-thump-ting’ echoing off of the tile. He crossed his arms and leaned back in what he hoped was a relaxed-looking way.

“Oh, are you not supposed to talk while doing this?” The eye moved away from the glory hole and the person who owned it cleared his throat nervously. “Am I not supposed to talk while doing this?”

For a moment, Cloud considered how exactly one would politely cough or clear their throat in a ‘feminine’ way. This was probably all a lot easier if you actually were a girl.

There was a shuffle of clothing on the other end, then Cloud winced. The private on the other end was using the glory hole for its intended purpose, and he was putting his cock through with enough confidence that Cloud suspected the hole wasn’t a joke. Neither was the private’s suggestion he was making by using it.

The private had slid both his balls and his actual dick through the hole and now was simply waiting patiently. After a few seconds he started to hum to himself. Not the least bit nervous, not the least bit worried that the colleague on the other side wasn’t… well… going to fulfill the other half of the contract that the hole suggested. Cloud wasn’t exactly the expert on schlongs. It seemed like, whoever the private was, was probably just a touch above average. His balls were a little bigger than seemed proportional, his pink head was still mostly hidden by foreskin. His shaft was decently long and decently thick, though he was still mostly flaccid. He also needed a shave, but there probably wasn’t a ton of time in a unit’s schedule for manscaping.

Cloud was sitting in a stall staring at a dude’s cock long enough to form a mental commentary on the quality of his hog. This fucking sucked.

“Oh, shit,” The private in the other stall mumbled after a little longer. “Am I… supposed to pay you? The guys didn’t say anything about paying you, but I kinda figured…”

A clumsy hand reached up over the wall between the two stalls and dropped a handful of gil tinkling and clinking to the floor. They rolled around on the tile and Cloud was thankful that the walls and doors of the stalls went all the way to the floor. Cloud didn’t even hesitate; he gave another salute and then bent down, scooping the gil up off of the floor. Whoever was on the other side, he had dropped just shy of seven hundred gil casually. Either he thought the world of this Mary girl, or he was like most SOLDIER newbies and suddenly had a salary bigger than he knew what to do with. Cloud, of course, pocketed it, then reached for the door.

What exactly was his plan? Walking out? Was he going to run out of the bathroom and hope that it took long enough for the private to put his dick away, letting him get away before the shouting about being robbed got attention? As soon as Cloud hadn’t denied being Mary, as soon as he hadn’t left when the dick came through, and especially as soon as he picked up that money; he was more or less trapped. Cloud cursed under his breath and settled onto the floor. He looked back to the glory hole, which the private had slid his dick back into. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of Cloud’s stomach. But was it really that bad? Was it worse than being caught? Was it worse than going in front of Roche - in a woman’s uniform - and confessing to looting his dresser because of a petty grudge? Even leaving aside being imprisoned or beaten up, the wound to the pride wasn’t even worth humoring.

Well, the private probably wasn’t going to get what he paid for. If Cloud wasn’t an expert on shlongs, he especially wasn’t an expert on handling them. This was the part of the mission he was going to leave out of the recounting. Though, in all likelihood, Yuffie had done this and much worse.

Cloud slid his gloves off of his hands and rubbed them together nervously. Fortunately, he wore gloves while working with his sword, riding a bike, doing anything else rough. His hands were pretty soft, not too big. He wondered if they would actually feel feminine, or if they just didn’t ‘seem’ manly. Reaching out, he took a casual hold of the cock poking through the glory hole. Immediately, he could feel a heartbeat in it through a vein along the side. It felt bigger in his hands than he’d expected, but they were all a bit bigger than they looked, especially if your angle was top-down. As he pulled the skin back from the head, he quietly gave thanks that the private had good hygiene. That would have been the one thing that really made him consider just taking his chances with running.

“Oh! Oh geez,” The man on the other side of the stall wall shuddered. “Your hands are soft but they’re… really cold. Aren’t you gonna use your mouth?”

Not fucking likely. At least not if Cloud could get the results he wanted just with his hands. There was a hierarchy to indignities. At the absolute top was failure, but putting a stranger’s cock in his mouth wasn’t far enough down that he intended to do it.

And for all his complaining, the private was getting hard in his hands. Cloud felt a small, sheepish hint of excitement. He didn’t really find a man’s face or body attractive the way he did a woman’s, but his… dick… there was a certain curiosity to that part. You didn’t want to be the kind of guy staring in a locker room, but Cloud had always had a slightly more wandering eye than he was proud of. As the private’s skin pulled back from his head, the pink skin swelled, his purple glans bumpy like he had goosebumps. As his shaft swelled and the flesh grew tighter, the vein that he could use to trace the private’s heartbeat started to bulge out. It was all much more… textured than Cloud had expected. His was pretty smooth, but it was also - he didn’t want to admit it but it was true - smaller.

“Aw, come on,” Even though the private sounded like he was enjoying himself, “You’re the Mouth-Freak, aren’t you?”

Cloud didn’t respond, continuing to stroke and hoping that would be enough. He even gripped a little tighter and started to pump faster, playing with the private’s balls like he’d heard girls say you were supposed to do. His own cock was starting to get hard enough that the lack of crotch room in his pants was really getting on his nerves. He tried to shimmy and shift, positioning so that the extra baggy room in the rear could be used in the front, but it wasn’t happening. If the guy on the other side looked through and really paid attention, he’d see Cloud pitching a tent.

“I paid you enough for a blowjob right?” The private asked annoyedly, then his voice became uncertain. “Did I not?”

There was a momentary hesitation where Cloud realized what he was signing up for if he went through with this. But eventually one part of his brain won out over the other. He pulled his hands away and gave another ‘thump-thump-ting’ salute, then started to stroke again with both hands.

“Really?” The private sounded amazed, but fortunately more impressed than angry. “How much more is oral? Two times? Three?”

Cloud didn’t hesitate, taking one hand away from the cock in his hands and quickly giving three soft knocks on the stall wall. He went back to stroking.

“Are you serious?” A tinge of anger came into the private’s voice, but it deflated out again just as quickly. “I don’t… have that kind of money.”

Well, he probably wasn’t one of those doofus SOLDIER recruits who was here because his daddy knew somebody and wanted him out of the house. This was a proper working stiff… working man Cloud was ripping off. On the other hand, he was also part of Mobile Unit.

“Look, all I’ve got is another seven-fifty,” Cloud could hear the private rummaging through his pockets. “Could you… cut me a bit of a deal? You don’t have to swallow or anything, it’s just that you’re the mouth freak and all… and I’ve never-”

Under his breath, Cloud swore. He chewed his lip as he hesitated and weighed his options. Then, after a few moments he blew out a nervous breath and gave another salute. If this guy had never actually experienced the ‘Mouth-Freak’ then he’d probably be easy enough to impress. And even if he was somehow actually a total head connoisseur, there was the built-in excuse of being underpaid.

Then as Cloud lowered his scarf, what he’d just agreed to sunk in. He’d never licked or kissed somebody’s dick before, let alone sucked it. Obviously he understood the rough mechanism, but what the fuck had he just done to himself? Still, he puckered and pursed his lips, hoping they were warm enough and soft enough.

A hand came up over the top of the stall and dropped a larger handful of gil, this time most of it landing in Cloud’s lap and only a few stray pieces skittering away. He scooped up all of the gil and pocketed it, then - and not a second before - he straightened up onto his knees and swallowed heavily. He exhaled on the private’s cock a few times, struck by an almost stage-fright. Reaching out his hand and wrapping it around the base, he gave the head a lick. His tongue collected the little bead of pre-cum that had formed at the head. Cloud was worried it would be gag-worthy, but it was mostly just oily and salty. Puckering his lips, he pressed the tip against them and slowly let it in. It tasted about the same as the pre-cum. Salty, oily, but also now… skin-y? It was about the same as licking somebody’s arm. At least in terms of taste.

“Ohhhhh,” He heard the private on the other side stumble a little against the stall wall, “Holy shit, your lips are so soft. I don’t know what you girls do to them-”

Cloud scowled a little and let more of the cock slide inside his mouth, slipping his tongue under it and pushing up toward it. It was another situation where he knew, basically, the concept of what he was doing. He knew that he was supposed to keep his teeth from touching it. He knew he was supposed to get it into his throat and try not to gag. From what he’d seen he also didn’t have to get all of it in all the time. From most of what he’d seen, the person doing the sucking usually just got it wet and then bobbed their head in place while stroking with their hand. That all seemed doable.

Of course, knowing what you were doing in principle and executing it were two different things. He had to constantly try to keep his teeth away, the private being a bit on the thick side didn’t help that. He also didn’t get much more than a few inches down before he really started to feel his throat closing. Cloud gripped the base of the private’s cock like a life raft and really tried to get even a little bit deeper, but it felt impossible.

“Fuck!” The private didn’t seem to notice his struggling. Cloud thanked any deity who was listening for people with high expectations but nonexistent frames of reference. “Holy shit, you’re so good.”

Cloud took his hands away to give a quick salute, wrapping his lips around the private’s cock and sucking it like a straw. Pulling his mouth back for a moment, he spat as thick of a wad of spit as he could manage and rubbed it in with his hands. Then, putting just the head back in, he bobbed very shallowly in place as he pumped and massaged the private’s balls. The tent in his pants was now peaked with a damp, sticky spot at the front of his underwear. He tried one more time to pull his hands away and really ram it down his throat, but his gag reflex was too strong to just outright muscle past. He did get like two thirds of it, at least. If Cloud tried blowing another guy, he would have to make it somebody with something more average. Hell, below average. Everybody won that way. Not that he didn’t find the concept of a super hung partner exciting, but the practical reality was being made apparent to him. Still, there was something exciting, at least to him, in the struggle. Maybe the private would feel the same way.

“I’m getting close,” The private’s knees were knocking against the wall.

There was a strange sort of intoxication to what he was doing, though he probably wouldn’t have phrased it like that. It was exciting, even stimulating, but it was entirely in the pleasure of serving. Nobody was touching Cloud, even the way his own cock was rubbing against his pants was more unpleasant than pleasant. But the smell had become a mixture of sweat and spit and skin. Feeling another person’s heartbeat between his lips, feeling the hard but spongy texture of their sex against his tongue, tasting the salty little dribbles leaking from him. It was a way more pleasing experience than Cloud ever would have guessed. A sort of throbbing rush in his head. Of course, buried somewhere in all of it was a non-zero amount of humiliation. Some shame. Some disgust. But none of it was conscious. It was all distant and needling. He wasn’t really… thinking. His focus was on his work, not how he felt about his work, not what he planned to do shortly in the future in regards to his work. He wasn’t even sure if he’d have enjoyed it more if somebody had been touching and pleasing him. It would have been a different experience, some parts better and some parts worse. True and unambiguous service was distinct.

“Shit, shit, shit!” The private puffed. “Here it comes!”

The moment for Cloud to pull his lips away passed, he half-recognized it and half-didn’t. Suddenly, the private’s cock swelled and started to twitch violently in his mouth. Cloud felt the first hot spray of his load before the taste even registered. It felt hot as a fresh cup of coffee, tasted even more like oil and salt and much less like skin. It was also thick, thick enough that the way it pooled in his mouth was kind of disgusting, but also so unique to and so irremovable from the moment that he couldn’t bring himself to be disgusted. The private’s cock kept swelling and shrinking as it pulsed, hitting the back of his throat and pooling on his tongue, which Cloud flicked against the underside of the head. Almost on autopilot, he continued to massage the private’s balls and pump his hand along the base of his shaft.

With a groan, the private finally pulled his cock back from the glory hole. As his belts clinked and jingled, Cloud swallowed without even thinking about it, the unpleasant texture and strange taste only hitting him after he was done. Cloud shook his head like he was waking from a dream, but he only felt half-awake. His cock was throbbing against his uniform, and he suddenly felt comparatively very unserviced and unsatisfied. Feeling something on his lip, he reached up and pulled a pitch-black hair from his mouth. He wanted to gag, but no gag came.

Another pair of boots came stomping into the room, and the private didn’t stop muttering and groaning in time to avoid their attention. The door to the other stall flew open violently, and there was a ‘thump-thump-ting’ as the private saluted.

“Third Class!” A voice barked violently, deep and angry. “What are you doing in the bathroom during drills?”

“Sir, sorry sir!” The private yelped, his voice suddenly even higher and more green-sounding. “I was visiting Mouth-Freak Mary, sir!”

“Private Mary’s back?” The angry voice softened to an almost comical degree for a moment before hardening again, “Third Class, if you intend to visit Private Mary, you are to do so during your free time! Not! During! Drills!”

“Sir, sorry sir!” The private whined.

“Well, apologizing isn’t going to make you un-miss your drills!” The voice barked. “Get your ass out to the training grounds and pray to whoever you worship that your instructor is more understanding than I am!”

“Sir, yes sir!” The private yelped and ran out of the stall. His heavy boots moved from the bathroom into the hall, then vanished.

After a moment’s hesitation, the other stall door closed. Cloud heard the other man sigh in the same softer voice, followed by pants unzipping and a belt buckle unfastening. Fifteen gil dropped over the wall into Cloud’s lap.

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