Seifer Almasy just stares at Irvine in pure shock. "He.... He what?!" Seifer's anger can almost be seen in his deep blue eyes. The blonde picks up the dripping wet Irvine and holds him to his chest. "It's... impossible.... I.. I mean..... He helped raise us!! And he's married to our Matron!!" Seifer cries as he looks into the hurt grey-green eyes of his lover. Irvine whimpers, "I... I know..... but he did.... I can still feel him enter me...." His beloved Seifer just holds him, cradling him close. "Irvine...... Why did Kramer do it..?"

"I don't know......"

"He has no real reason..... He's too high profile...."

"You.. don't believe me, do you....?"

"It's not that, Irvine..."

"Put me down and get out."

"What...? Irvy, I want to..!"

"I SAID GET OUT!"

Irvine's eyes tear up in pain and anger. The blonde gently places his lover on the bed and walks out of the dorm room. When he turns around, the door is slammed in his face. Seifer begins to weep as he places his hand on Irvine's door. "I.... I'm so sorry..... (I believe you.... and Kramer'll pay for this.... even if he was our foster father.....)"

Irvine buries his face in his pale hands and knees. "(Kramer.... W... why? I was your.. son.....) More tears roll down his face when he is stung once again by the memories of what happened.......

"You've grown so tall..... and tighter than I'd hoped...." Cid ground his teeth as he rammed himself into the sniper's delicate body. Cries of pain were thwarted by a mere plastic ball stuffed into Irvine's mouth. Those handcuffs.... they left bruises on the boy's wrists. Irvine could feel his blood run down his inner thighs, serving as a lubricant to the headmaster........

All Irvine can do is think about reporting it. Cid Kramer is the owner and headmaster of the school, and he can use anyone he wanted, including the transferred sniper..... as his own personal sex toy. "(It would be impossible to confront him)," Irvine thinks, "(He's.. my boss..... and my foster dad.... It's his word against mine...)" The young sniper tears up again, hugging his form. He drops his face in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. "(No one would believe me.. hell, Seifer didn't believe me.... Kramer has everyone wrapped around his finger.... I'll stop him.. somehow....)" A shiver races down Irvine's spine as he slipped underneath his cool sheets. For the first time in years he cries himself to sleep.....