Finding Lost Dreams
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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23
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12,908
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58
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or its characters, and make no money from this story.
AN: So here’s chapter 2, it’s a little earlier than planned, but Grey and I got it finished faster than expected, so I decided to go ahead and post it. She wrote 95% of the second part of this chapter with Seph and Cloud, so a big thank you to her! (She’s awesome!) Expect updates every two weeks on Saturday. Chapter 2Riku hated riding the bus. It was so annoying to him to be hassled by the girls wanting to sit next to him, or his friends vying for his attention. If his house wasn’t so far away from the school he’d simply walk. Normally he’d drive to school, but his car was in the shop, getting some repairs done to the engine. Yeah, his father had been happy about that.
Choosing to sit next to one of the bus’s windows, Riku ignored all the noise around him and looked out the glass. A pang hit him as he noticed Sora walking on the sidewalk. The small brunette looked so lonely, his pace slow as he trudged home. Riku missed his friend; he talked to Sora about everything, and it was hard not having him around. Sometimes the teen hated his popularity. When everyone had found out that Sora was gay, they all treated him like garbage, and expected Riku to do the same. He hadn’t wanted to lose his friends or be an outcast, so he’d turned his back on Sora. He could still remember the hurt look in cerulean eyes when Saix and Demyx had called him names and pushed him around.
Lost in thought, Riku almost missed his stop. Getting up quickly, he made his way towards the front of the bus and stepped onto the gravel of his front driveway, slinging his book bag over his shoulder. His father’s car was in the drive; he must have gotten off work early. It was only 3:30, and his father was usually home around five. Sephiroth Reardon was a business accountant in a large tax firm. He didn’t really enjoy his work per se, but it was damn good money, and he wanted to make sure he could provide well for his children. Ever since his wife had died in a car accident when their youngest child had been three, he’d had the sole responsibility of taking care of his kids. He was still pretty young, being only thirty-five; he’d been seventeen when Maura had told him she was pregnant with Riku -- to which they had promptly gotten married -- and eighteen when Riku was born.
Of Sephiroth’s children, Riku was the oldest at seventeen. He was almost a carbon copy of his father, with his silver hair and aqua eyes. Zexion was younger by a little more than a year. His hair was the same bright shade as Sephiroth’s and Riku’s, but short with long bangs falling to his chin and partially covering the right side of his face. Fujin, or Fuu as she was nicknamed, was fourteen. She, like her brothers and father, had silver hair which reached her shoulders. It was styled in the opposite direction as Zexion’s, falling over the left side of her face. Unlike her brothers, she had whiskey-brown eyes just like their mother.
Silver hair seemed to be the dominant color in the family. Sephiroth’s brother Vexen had ash-blonde hair and green eyes, but both men looked almost identical in looks. Vexen’s three sons Kadaj, Loz and Yazoo all had silver hair; it was passed from Sephiroth’s and Vexen’s mother, who was a renowned beauty, especially in her younger days.
Walking into his house, Riku saw his father talking on the phone. His brother and sister weren’t home yet, as Zexion was over at his best friend Marluxia’s house. Fuu went to middle school (she started high school next year; she was so excited to finally be going to the same school as her brothers), and her bus wouldn’t drop her off until nearly four. The teen went into his room to put his book bag away, then made his way back into the living room. He sat on the black leather couch and picked up the remote, turning it on to a music station. He caught a snippet of his father’s conversation, “I know, I’ll see you later tonight. I love you too, bye.” Hanging up the phone, Sephiroth turned and saw Riku’s raised eyebrow. “What?” the older male said in a haughty tone.
“Nothing,” Riku smirked. Sephiroth strode away, mumbling under his breath as Riku laughed quietly. Riku was still smiling as his father left the house half an hour later.
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Sephiroth sighed contently as he pulled his smaller lover closer, cuddling the small naked form tighter and pressing a sweet kiss to the blonde’s sweaty brow. He loved these moments, after a session of hot, sweaty, and passionate sex . He loved and cherished getting to cuddle up with his secret lover, holding and caressing his slim, athletic body. Sephiroth had met Cloud two and a half years ago at the annual Christmas party the office held. Cloud had just started working as one of the manager’s secretary, and he and Sephiroth hadn’t been properly introduced to each other yet. But the blonde truly believed in love at first sight, as he’d felt his heart skip a beat when he’d met the shining emerald eyes of the stunning silver-haired man. The same could be said for Sephiroth, who’d had a similar reaction when he came face-to-face with the shorter, lithe blonde. He hadn’t felt like that for anyone except his wife, who had been his childhood sweetheart and first love. Tifa, who had pulled Cloud over and was presently hanging onto the blonde’s arm, never noticed the looks passing between the two men. She’d stumbled off a few minutes later, obviously having drunk too much of the spiked eggnog. After being left to themselves, Sephiroth and Cloud had talked for hours until the party wound down, and before leaving had exchanged numbers. They’d been together ever since. Cloud smiled and looked up at his lover, pressing a kiss to his chin before settling back down, curling up next to Sephiroth. Forgetting about the world, because when they were together nothing else mattered, just them. Discrimination, age, differences, they were all buried deep in their hearts and brains; it was like a silent pact, ‘Don’t talk, or think about the outside world while we are together.’ And they stuck to it, never worrying about getting caught, just living in the moment.
They had been together for so long now, two long years. And the passion hadn’t died out, not even a bit. They still lusted and loved each other every bit as they had two years ago when they first became lovers. Their love was like a never-ending flame, always burning brightly, never banishing.
But of course every relationship has arguments, and Cloud was not easy to let go. He didn’t care how many times Sephiroth made love to him, it wasn’t going to make him any less aggravated at the man. Sure he had let him take him, even though he had told them before they started that they should talk first. But now there was no avoiding it; he wanted answers and actions, and he was going to get them. He wasn’t pushy or anything, he was just who he is, and he understood no relationship was perfect. He knew better than anyone, because he had a motto. “The definition of perfection is: it doesn’t exist.” He lived by it, day and night.
He hated how the girls in the office hit on Sephiroth, he hated how they blinked their huge, pouting eyes, and how they always stared at his Sephiroth, licking their lips; and he especially hated how they always ‘accidentally’ bumped into him, or how they ‘accidentally’ brushed their hands a little too close to his groin for comfort. He hated them all, point blank. They were all demanding sluts, always wearing skirts a little too short, blouses a little too open, and shoes a little too high. There was a dress code, they just never seemed to notice, or didn’t care. Probably the latter.
“You’re going to burn a hole through your ceiling if you keep glaring at it like that,” Sephiroth stated, rather amused. He was pretty sure he had an idea what was going through Cloud’s head.
“Good, then maybe I can use my whole ‘burning powers’ to burn a hole through those office bitches,” Cloud humphed. He was pissed off that they had to be a secret, but he didn’t care. If it would make Sephiroth happy he would stand on top of the Empire State building with a microphone and announce to the world he was gay and happy.
Sephiroth chuckled, amused, and ruffled his little blonde’s hair. Cloud was a source of amusement for him; he knew how to bring a smile to his face with all his sarcastic words. “Hmm. Yes, and maybe you can burn a whole through Tifa’s tits; those things are so big I’m afraid they might explode in my face one day,” Sephiroth joked, getting a genuine laugh from Cloud.
“They just might, with the way she’s always pushing them in your face,” Cloud grumbled. That girl had a thing for pushing her tits in everyone’s face.
“My face? Let’s not forget the way she is always rubbing up on a certain spiky-headed blonde.”
“Yeah well, let’s not forget we’re not even a couple outside this bedroom, so why do you care?” Cloud humphed again, stubbornly.
Sephiroth sighed in frustration; they had this conversation every week, and frankly he was getting tired of it. “Don’t start,” Sephiroth warned, voice cold and frustrated.
Cloud’s eyes hardened, and he jumped out of Sephiroth’s embrace to straddle his thighs. He narrowed his eyes at his lover, and hissed out, “Don’t fucking tell me to not start, I’ve dealt with this shit for far too long, and you know what? I’m tired of it; I’m not ashamed of loving you, Seph. But if you’re going to be ashamed of having a 24-year-old boyfriend then I’ll go find someone who’s not. But I’ve had it! 2 years I’ve dealt with this shit, and you know what, I’ve dealt with it two years too long.”
Sephiroth sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. “Cloud, I’ve explained this to you a million times. My kids won’t understand. I’m not ashamed of you, it’s the opposite; and I don’t care that I’m older than you, I love you. When you kiss and caress me, I don’t want anybody else; for me there’s no one else. If you leave me, there’s no reason to live. I live for you and my kids, Cloud.”
Cloud’s eyes widened, and he felt the guilt hit him like a ton of bricks. Sephiroth was putting so much on the line for him, even if no one knew. Sephiroth had people spying on him all the time, namely his competitors. And if they were to find out it could be disastrous. “I’m sorry,” Cloud mumbled simply, lowering himself back down and tucking up against his man once again.
“It’s ok, Cloud,” Sephiroth answered. He knew how to deal with this, they did have this exact same argument every week -- same words, same actions. Never went anywhere.