Squall's Dark Ambition

Cloud sighed contently as he snuggled against the warmth accompanying his side. His mouth clapped after a long yawn before settling himself against the others chest. He scolded himself as he felt a weight tugging at his heart; he was happy… as happy as he could be really with all things considered. He met a wonderful guy; who was more than kind to him and was most DEFINITELY into him; more so than he probably should be at that point but to each their own. Everything was going well without Zack; and that was precisely the problem. He wasn’t waking up next to Zack; he wasn’t in Zack’s arms.

Dinner with Squall was wonderful, but maybe that was the problem. Dinners with Zack always ended in having to order take-out or put out Zack’s mini-stove fires. For what ever reason a night gone wrong with Zack seemed so much more tempting than a perfect night with Squall; Cloud partly understood why. His heart belonged to Zack; he loved him and he knew he would never feel the same things he felt with Zack with Squall or anyone else for that matter.

Cloud’s eyes lids sagged; biting his bottom lip to drive the thoughts of Zack away. Zack left him; why couldn’t he just accept that? Just because it was so unlike him didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of it.

Cloud clung onto Squall a little tighter; Squall’s arm squeezing the boy closer in response. Cloud sighed softly not wanting to move from his comforting embrace; so what if he couldn’t feel the things he felt with Zack… He couldn’t hang on forever… could he? If Zack showed up on his doorstep would he be able to turn the boy away; even if it were months or even years from now?

This is no time to think about that….Zack…

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Cloud…

Zack stared blankly up at the ceiling; his arms and legs sprawled out. He tried his best not to move his injured ankle; it was turning all shades of ghastly blues purples and blacks. Even though he grew numb to the pain moving it was a simple reminder that it indeed hurt like hell. Zack eyes closed as he took in a small breath; all he wanted was to see Cloud again. To know that he was ok; it tormented him daily. The time seemed to slow; minutes were like hours and hours… god they felt like days. Every day that passed felt like years and evidence of his delusions were becoming apparent across his distraught features. He sometimes forgot to eat; most of the time he just didn’t care to. His body seemed oblivious to the fact that it needed sustenance. His mind knew what he needed was Cloud… He felt sick at the thought of the similarities between how Squall spoke and how he spoke of Cloud. He felt like without Cloud he lost a part of his will to live; the only thing keeping him fighting was the hope that he would be reunited with his love.

Zack opened his eyes to reveal his blue orbs; they were duller than usual and the once bright flame seemed nothing more than a small flicker. Zack reached his arm upwards and extended his hand in offering to the ceiling above, “Cloud… Wait for me…”

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A sudden wave of guilt passed through Cloud. Everything in that short moment felt wrong to him; where he was, what he had done the night before. He hated himself for feeling this way; why did he constantly have this nagging gut instinct? Why did his heart still desperately want him to fight for Zack? His mind screamed at the emotional appendage; it just wasn’t logical.

Not that anything has been making any sense lately...

“..Mm…Cloud,” Squall murmured in a sleepy haze, “Mornin’.” Cloud felt the boy stretch underneath him before pulling him closer and kissing him on his forehead. Cloud blushed as Squall stroked his hair and spoke softly to him, “I don’t think I could wake up any other way now.”

“How’s that,” Cloud teased dumbly; his blush and a small smile swift across his face.

Squall sat up pulling Cloud with him as he used his index and middle finger to grasp under Cloud’s chin and used his thumb to brush against the boys soft lips before claiming them to his own. The soft kiss was brief but Squall only pulled his lips back far enough away so his lips barely brushed against Cloud’s, “You are a beautiful sight to wake up to in the morning.”

Cloud shivered at the subtle contact which only drew a large grin on Squall’s face, “Breakfast?”

“S-Sure,” Cloud mentally curses himself for stuttering that one out; real smooth Cloud…Real fricken smooth…, “…What’d you have in mind?”

Squall chuckled pressing himself even closer; his lips making their way to Cloud’s ear; he whispered in a soft husky voice, “You..”

Squall’s smirk could have split his head in half as he felt the heat radiating from Cloud’s cheeks against his. He enclosed his lips around the lobe of Cloud’s ear and gave it a soft nibble. Cloud melted against the feeling; no it isn’t Zack… but dear holy Shiva does it feel good.

Cloud’s cell phone ringer goes off; both boys jump at the sound. Both frowning a bit; Cloud not so much as Squall whose expression had taken a sharp 180 degree turn. Cloud whispered an apology as he reached for his phone; answering it he silently motioned the name ‘Tif’ with his lips as he listened to the female on the other end.

“That’s Fine Tif’. I’ll be there soon,” Cloud hung up the phone before sighing, “Looks like I have to go; business…”

Squall nodded solemnly before ruffling Cloud’s blond hair, “See you later tonight?”

Cloud felt familiar emotions of irritation and happiness stir in him at the gesture; quickly followed by a harsh jab of pain. It was a trademark gesture; much like bumping their forearms together; that Zack and Cloud had shared. Cloud smiled softy trying to ignore any further thoughts of his former lover. Even admitting what he was trying to do; and the admittance that Zack was now his ‘former’ lover; was extremely painful. At least things seemed to be looking up with Squall coming into his life. How convenient…Funny how that worked out really…

Cloud smiled with a quick nod leaning over to kiss Squall goodbye; he laced his fingers behind Squall’s head relishing the feeling of the soft strands of hair tickling in between his fingers.

Squall moaned softly; his lovers lips were infallible. Every time he felt his angel’s soft lips against his own he reminded himself that they were his lips now; no one could take them away. Cloud’s hand slowly drifted from Squall’s hair as his lips parted from the other boys. Cloud stepped away to get dressed and Squall couldn’t help but smirk at the sight before him. The morning light filtering into the room made his angel’s skin glow; highlighting ever curve and delicate feature. Squall let his eyes gather every inch of Cloud’s body and commit it to memory; every tone, every arch, every twitch of muscle. He silently fought for dominance of his now twitching arousal; seeing Cloud bend forward to pull his pants and boxers on gave him a rather ‘favorable’ view, “Tease.”

Cloud arched a brow as he faced Squall before grinning and pulling them up to his waist, “A little,” Cloud pointed to the twitching covers, “He doesn’t seem to mind.”

A devilish smile crossed over Squall’s lips, “I assure you; he most certainly doesn’t.”

Cloud chuckled pulling his shirt over his head before walking over to give Squall a quick kiss, “I’ll see you tonight.”

Squall nodded the smile never leaving his face as he watched Cloud leave; Oh the things he would tell Zack about ’his’ angel.

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Zack shivered as he heard the haunting sound of the vehicle inching towards the house; there was only one person that could be. Zack’s stomach turned as he thought of the man; of what he did to him; of what he wanted to do to Cloud. Please Cloud be safe from that fucking monster…

Zack pushed himself up off the floor into a sitting position dragging himself to the wall. Once his back was firmly pressed against it he forced himself to stand using his good leg; his other leg with the ankle still broken and throbbing lifted off the ground and hanging loosely in the air. Just as he got halfway up the wall the door inched open and the sight of Squall entering made Zack want to vomit. He wanted to scream; yell; beat the living shit out of him; anything, something! Zack could feel his breath exiting and entering his nostrils; his mouth pressed into a firm line and his eyes narrowed dangerously at said man. Zack could feel pure rage building inside of him just at the sight of Squall’s smug face; what he would do to grind that face into a very jagged edged rock.

Squall only sported his usually grin when he came in to see Zackary; he loved the tormented look on Zack’s face. He silently remembered the anger that built up inside of him whenever he saw Zack holding his angel; his love. How such filthy hands were ever allowed to touch something so pure and magnificent was beyond Squall’s comprehension; and he drew great satisfaction knowing, thanks to him, such dirty hands would never taint Cloud’s fair skin ever again. He wouldn’t allow it; not now not ever. Cloud is mine.. Cloud is…

Zack’s features twisted as Squall began laughing darkly; Squall slowly approached him all the while laughing. As soon as he was close enough Zack went to throw a closed fist at the boys face; all he wanted was to smash that man before him and silence his manic laughter. However, in Zack’s weakened state it was far to easy for Squall to catch Zack’s hand; his free hand quickly jolting forward to grasp Zack’s neck and slam him back into the wall. Zack could barely move quick enough as his hands clasped around Squall’s wrist; hand squeezing painfully tight around his throat causing one of his eyes to partly close and his lungs to gasp for air.

“I should really put you out of your misery; you’re useless now anyway..,” Squall stated in a monotone followed by a hint of amusement as he almost sung, “’He’ doesn’t even want you anymore. Why would he; you’re disgusting.”

Zack tried to force a glare but his eyes felt like they beginning to pop out of his skull and he silently cursed as they started to water; he needed to breathe. Squall chuckled and looked down to Zack’s ankle, his own handy work, he tilted his head slightly with a fake worried expression, “Oh my; that looks really terrible…”

“-F-f-ck..,” Zack tried to spit out but the hand only tightened; his face was turning redder by the second and he could almost feel his eyes rolling back into his skull. It wasn’t until he his vision started to blur and he could have sworn his face probably matched the purple hue of his ankle that he felt Squall release his grip and allow him to fall to the floor. He could only release a low grunt; he wanted to scream but his voice disappeared. His scream of pain as he and his badly injured ankle hit was silent; tears now falling quickly to dampen his cheeks. The searing hot pain in both his ankle and his throat churned his stomach. His vision was shaky and his head was spinning; not just spinning… no it was fucking pounding. If he didn’t know better he would have thought someone took a bat to the side of his head. As he tried to pull air into his lungs he felt a burning pain overtake his throat and send him into a coughing fit; his hand subconsciously reached for the aching area trying desperately to stop from heaving.

Squall smiled down; the smile was to warm in Zack’s opinion. That smile was for someone you admired; or for watching something cute a little kid would do; or when someone complimented you or warmed your heart; not when you were staring down at a man you raped, broke his ankle, and nearly choked him to death. This guy… he.. He’s not even human!

“You know; I always envied you Zack.”

Zack fought his coughing down to harsh gasps of air as he settled his one eyed glared back to Squall; his other eye not willing itself to open. Squall didn’t seem to even notice and continued on without a response, “Do you know how painful it was? How devastating to know that ‘your’ hands; ‘your’ arms; ‘your’ lips,” Squall paused his teeth ground tight together as his fists clenched at his sides. His voice turning into a low hiss and nearly a growl as he finished, “’You’,” he spat out accusingly.

“You touching him; you kissing him; you loving him; you, you, you, you, you… YOU,” he shouted as his breath nearly panting as he raised his voice, “Do you understand?! Do you know how I felt?! The pain and anger of watching YOU with him when I should have been the one doing all those things!”

Zack flinched at the man’s voice; he wasn’t where this was going. A going fear ate in the back of his mind; there was little he could do to defend himself and he very well might be killed. He wouldn’t be able to get away; he would barely be able to put up a fight in the shape he was in. He was tired; hungry; injured; broken; there would be struggle but what more could he offer other than a struggle? Zack felt the tears burning past his cheeks; his only remaining thoughts focused on Cloud. He had to live; he had to make sure Cloud would be safe. He couldn’t let this man get a hold of Cloud. Zack could do little but let out a strangled cry out of frustration; what can… What can I do?!

“C-clou..d…,” Zack wheezed out the name despite his aching throat. Zack’s eyes shot wide and he gasped feeling something connect to his stomach sending him onto his back; it didn’t take him long to realize it was Squall’s foot that sent the man flying.

“Don’t you EVER speak his name! You don’t deserve to even utter it,” Squall yelled before taking in a deep breath and allowing an eerie smile to settle across his features, “…No matter..”

Zack’s head rolled to the side as he groaned. A few foot steps rang close to his ears as Squall stepped closer and crouched down to grab his chin and twist Zack’s head to face him forcefully, “Why someone so pure could ever be tainted by the likes of you is something I simply will never understand; but I erased your sin…”

Zack’s tightly closed eyes jerked back open; fear evident in the paling blue orbs his mouth moving wordlessly.

“He truly is beautiful; like no other… his eyes, his heart, his skin, his face, Mmm his lips… his body…,” Squall watched Zack pale with amusement, “ I enjoyed taking every inch of him.”

“If you hurt him…,” Zack forced his raspy voice to growl a warning.

Squall simply laughed softly his face beamed in a happy expression; eyes smiling just as much as his twisting lips, “Hurt? Me hurt my angel… I would never dream of such a thing. I don’t think I should have to remind you but I’ll tell you once again; I only do what he allows,” Squall stretched out the word, “me to do… I never forced him into anything.”

Zack’s breath held tightly in his chest as he felt anger and betrayal sweep over him, “You’re lying!” Zack accused childishly; but what else could he do? He felt completely helpless and his one hope and inspiration to live was being ripped away from him.

“The sounds that came from his soft innocent voice; it was much more amazing to hear him produce those sounds when I was the one pleasuring him. Oh those melodious sounds were so much sweeter than when he was with you; the way he moaned,” Squall dragged the tip of his tongue over his lips before biting his bottom lip.

“Nothing could have prepared me for that little mouth of his; oh what wicked things he can do with that little hot tongue and soft lips hm?”

Zack had never felt so sick in his entire life; his heart felt like it was being pulled out of his chest… no it felt like Squall was slowly yanking every organ out of his body. He didn’t notice the tears this time as they fell; he didn’t watch as Squall smiled and tried with little success to fight the words from reaching his ears as Squall described his night with Cloud. Zack felt his entire body shaking and rattling with sobs as he pleaded for it to stop. He wanted so badly to wake up from this nightmare; it had to be a nightmare… some sick twisted dream he couldn’t escape. He would wake up and Cloud would be right there next to him with a worried expression held in his lovers endless blue-green pools, but reality wasn’t so kind. It begin to settle in as Squall continued describing things that only someone who was intimate with Cloud would know. Certain gestures or reactions that were unique to his lover. It all caved in on him at once; he lost Cloud to this manic and he was simply going to rot here; he was going to die here and never see Cloud again. Cloud would never know what happened to him and Squall would play it off as Mr. Nice guy and Cloud would never know it was all an act; he would never know just how insane and demented or twisted this man’s mind really was. But what hurt the most is he would never see him again; he would never see or tell his love goodbye.

Zack closed his eyes; dry tears mixing with a fresh batch of new. His body stilled and he remained silently; which caused Squall only to sigh, “I can see you’ve all but given up. Do you really think I’m going to put you out of your misery? Oh Zack how foolish… You’ll rot here. You’ll suffer just how I had suffered….”

Squall stood after patting the side of Zack’s face with his open palm; in more of a couple slaps than pats, “Until next time than…. “

Zack heard the footsteps growing faint and the door shutting; but he didn’t move. He didn’t move at all; he couldn’t. Or rather he didn’t want to; his body was slowly shutting down on him as the need to sleep was slowly overtaking him. Everything was black; any sounds left were only hollow echoes and little else.

Zack didn’t even pay any mind to the hurried foot steps or the slammed door; so Squall apparently forgot something…

Zack than felt to warm hands cupping his face as well as soft shaky lips pressing against his forehead; than droplets of warm fluid… tears? A familiar smell evaded Zack’s nostrils as a very nostalgic voice came as a low murmur in his ears; slowly echoing but it was difficult to make out the words. He tried to force his eyes open but he was met with only a blurry image of a face. He could make out the smug of two blue orbs and a mess of blonde wild hair surrounding a pale face.

“Zack, Zack,” he heard his name only as a blur being repeated; it was relieving to hear that voice again even if he was imagining it.

…Even if it’s not him… Even if this is just my mind playing tricks on me.. At least I get to see him again.. At least I…

“C-Cloud..y..you really …an..ang..el..,” Zack whispered softly with a lazy smile; as darkness caved in around him he wished desperately that when he woke up the image before him and it’s soothing hands and lips would not disappear with the darkness.