THE LIST

A/N: Thanks to everybody who were patient with me, while I finished up my finals. Sorry for the wait on the new installment of Cloud and Leon treats; blame my professors for assigning way too much work at the end of the semester.

Disclaimers: Doesn’t own the Priscilla’s jingle, Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy games…Cloud probably would never have a chance to get out of bed if I did.

Warnings: Do I have to keep listing these? Everybody pretty much knows, right?

THE LIST: Plan: part one

The sun was slipping off the horizon, as the inhabitants of a certain house slowly made their way back to their domicile haven after a grueling day without their favorite task master. In other words, they spent the day playing poker, exchanging gossip, swilling lemonade; as well as lying in soft grass and staring at the drifting clouds.

The days when it was Leon’s turn to cook were the best in the minds of many. Those precious days were looked forward to, as they were an unofficial day off. Leon, of course knew; but as long as everybody headed outside and left him in relative peace, he let the lack of progress slide. After all, it doesn’t take all day to cook. The stoic burnet spent many of those days engrossed in a book, while relaxing in the kitchen with coffee; savoring the silence and his solitude.

The inhabitants of the house would normally come home at dusk to a simple, but tasty dinner which Leon cooked. Today was destined to be different…

Much Earlier

Cloud woke slowly, wondering how exactly he had gotten to bed, when the last thing he remembered clearly was riding in Leon’s car the night before. He blinked his blue eyes, shrugging slightly before sliding out of bed, trying not to wake his slumbering companion; before realizing what today was. The spiky blonde glanced over, his lover apparently already up and getting breakfast ready; as he did whenever it was his turn to cook.

Cloud scowled briefly, flopping back against the headboard. Today, Squall was not going to hand him his cream cheese, bagel and coffee-to-go; before ushering him and the rest of their housemates out the door. Today the blonde had a plan. No matter what everybody said, he knew how to plan an attack. Sure he was more likely to go rushing in, sword drawn and swinging; but if it was something he really wanted, he plotted, he devised, and damn it he could and would be devious. Leon was always the one who was romantic, and today it was Cloud’s turn, and bloody hell he wanted to have hot, kinky sex during the day, without worrying that somebody was going to walk in on them.

The blue eyed blonde dressed quickly, before turning to go downstairs to implement the first phase of his plan. Cloud paused in the doorway of the kitchen to admire the appearance of his roommate, lover, and today his nemesis and prize. His stormy eyed burnet was leaning against the kitchen counter, drinking coffee while he stared out the window. Leon was in his usual leather pants and white t shirt, but today he was barefoot. Cloud couldn’t remember anytime in the past he had considered feet to be sexy; but seeing his lover fully clothed with only his feet bare, somehow had the drool trying to escape his mouth. Cloud swallowed, hoping that the heavy dose of lust Leon had already given him this morning wouldn’t show on his face as he strolled into the kitchen. It would definitely ruin his plan.

Leon turned at the sound of approaching footsteps not all that surprised to see his lover entering the kitchen a good fifteen minutes later than everybody else. Luckily he had already sent everybody on their way with the customary bagels and coffee, so he didn’t have to hear cooing and hackling when he leaned down to kiss his blonde companion. Cloud moaned as Leon’s dexterous tongue tangled with his own, his fingers of one hand twisting in the silky strands of his lover’s chocolate hair. The fingers of his other hand tightening convulsively around the soft white fabric of Leon’s shirt; as his lover skillfully explored the inside of his mouth.

‘The Plan…Must remember the Plan!’ Cloud wordlessly chanted, as he tried desperately not to succumb to the temptation that was Leon. His brain and body on two totally different wave lengths, as his body was quite frantically screaming ‘Fuck the Plan!’

Cloud groaned once, before forcing himself to let go of his lover. The blonde nudged the burnet slightly back, before sliding past him to pick up Leon’s cup of coffee and begin sipping his lover’s drink. As the blonde leaned against the counter, he tried not to let the fleeting look of disappointment which crossed over Leon’s face sway him from his plan. Not willing to hurt his lover’s feelings over something trivial, Cloud rested his head on the stormy eyed man’s shoulder, as he offered him a drink of coffee.

“I have to run some errands around town this morning. Do you want me to pick up tonight’s groceries from the market place while I am out?” Cloud questioned.

“Mm. That would be good. I have a couple of chores I gotta get done this morning. I really appreciate it, Cloud.” Leon murmured, accepting the coffee and the friendly peck of a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll make you a list.”

Ten minutes later, Cloud was astride Fenrir, with a tidily written list in his pocket and phase two of his Plan to complete. Phase one had been a success. It was quite simple really; all he needed to accomplish was getting Leon to accept that he was not going to be kicked out of the house today. Cloud figured by giving his companion some space this morning, and running some of the errands Leon needed done; his brown eyed lover would be more accepting of his presence during his much protected “alone time.” Running errands also gave him the chance to pick up the supplies he would need for this afternoon.

Cloud’s first stop was the market, where he picked up the various groceries on Leon’s simple list. Adding several items he needed to the cart, he headed to the check out. The blonde had to fight the urge to blush when the elderly lady checking him out gave him a knowing look, as she rang up his “personal items.” Cloud pretended to busy himself by checking items off his lists, embarrassed by the nosy woman’s reaction.
Cloud’s Personal Item List:
Market Place
Candles √
Strawberries √
Cream √
Shortbread √
Chocolate Syrup √

Why the hell the lady was giving him that look for everyday items was freaking Cloud
out a bit. It was almost like she knew what he was planning; and was about to announce
over the intercom, “Pervert at check out three…Repeating…Pervert at check out three.”
Cloud brushed off the thought, as the woman announced the total, Cloud handed her the
money before exiting the market. If he got that worked up at the market, how in the hell
was he going to handle his next stop?

Scrooge McDuck, entrepreneur of the century, the man…er… Duck who had brought Sea Salt Ice Cream to the masses had finally opened a much needed shop. It was a discreet building, with a simple but direct name: Pleasures. That was Cloud’s next stop, if he could work up the nerve to actually go in the place. The nervous blonde packed the groceries onto Fenrir, pacing back and forth as he muttered to himself.

“You are an adult. There is nothing wrong with going into an adult toy store. You want to go in there.” The azure eyed man chanted to himself, as he paced.

Taking a deep breath Cloud marched across the street, only to freeze once more at the door. “Why am I doing this again? This isn’t an important part of today’s plan…there is nothing in here that I plan on using Today. I can always come back another day.” The blonde spun around on his heel intent on walking back to Fenrir, before spinning around once more, opening the door and stepping inside. The hardest part was over.

As the door closed behind him, the store jingle sounded; “…where fun and fantasy meet…” Cloud took a deep breath and took one step forward, the store was tastefully decorated and seemed to hold a variety of interesting items. He would have to recommend this place to Zexion, as it had an entire section of books about sex. Cloud’s interest piqued, he walked past the section of outfits, having had enough of cosplaying for the moment, and headed towards the back where the toys were apparently displayed.

Cloud stood frozen for a moment, mouth agape as the sheer amount of sex toys available overwhelmed his still somewhat naïve mind. After all he had only lost his virginity a little while ago…

“Hey Spiky! What’re you doing here?” accompanied by a light chuckle came from behind the overwhelmed blonde.

Cloud turned, almost grateful for the distraction offered by two of his housemates, even though it would lead to mortification. Cid and Vincent stood behind him, looking completely comfortable as they browsed through the selection offered by the store.

“Umm…er…Looking around?” Cloud answered, albeit hesitantly; a pink tinge crawling up his face as he tried to avoid looking at the device in Cid’s tan hands.

“Leave him alone Cid!” Vincent admonished softly, as he added more items to the handcart hanging from one hand.

“Ah Vinnie, you know I was just teasin’ ‘im.” Cid answered, handing the object in his hand to Vincent to put in the basket.

“Word of advice Cloud, grab a basket, and just throw in whatever catches your interest. Don’t think about it. You’ll learn what you like and don’t; it’s a process of elimination.” The crimson eyed berserker advised the obviously flustered blonde.

The blonde nodded, his spiky hair bouncing with the movement, as he grabbed a noxiously pink hand basket. Cloud decided to start in the tamer sections, which held a variety of scented oils and such. He threw in whatever caught his eye, before moving on. This routine kept up in each section, until he was sure his wallet wouldn’t be able to afford anymore.

Cloud walked to the check out stand, this time more prepared for the cashier’s knowing looks. Only to be pleasantly surprised by the cashier’s laid back nature. The woman rang up each item, without batting an eyelash. Ten minutes later, $300 munny poorer, Cloud exited the building with three bags of goodies to test out. It was definitely time to head home and put the rest of the plan into action.

AT THE HOUSE

Cloud was up to something. That was the one thought running through Leon’s head as he moved his and Cloud’s laundry from the washer into the dryer. The blonde might be able to hide his emotions and thoughts from others, but Leon knew his lover inside out. The stormy eyed burnet grinned slowly. It would be fun letting Cloud have his way with whatever he was planning. Though whatever his roommate was up to ruined Leon’s idea of keeping his lover occupied in bed all day long.

The image of Cloud stretched across their shared bed, his alabaster skin bared for Leon’s eyes only flashed through the burnet’s mind. Light and shadow playing a game of tag across that lithe body, as Leon explored and memorized every inch of that soft silky skin, and mapped every contour of his body.

Leon lifted one of Cloud’s shirts to his face, as images continued to assault him. The scent of his absent lover bringing the sensations he was experiencing into sharper focus. Leon could taste that soft skin, as his lips caressed and teased. The burnet could feel Cloud’s heaving chest, and hear the soft mewling moans and pleas for more, as his lover arched beneath him, desperately seeking more.

Leon’s free hand went down to his erection, freeing it from its leather cage; images still running rampant through his mind, and now his body. Firm fingers and a calloused palm rubbed along his hard, throbbing cock, the image of Cloud’s head thrown back in pleasure, his slender column of a throat exposed to Leon’s lips and teeth; his pace increasing as he imagined those azure eyes open wide in unseeing pleasure.

So wrapped up in the pleasure he was feeling, Squall failed to hear the door to the laundry room open, or the muffled gasp of surprise which escaped the lips of his lover. Cloud leaned against the door frame as he took in the sight before him. Leon was leaning against the wash machine, Cloud’s black t shirt held up to his face, as those talented fingers ran along the length of the burnet’s cock in a frantic pace. From across the room, the blonde could see his lover trembling, the heat pooling in the blonde’s stomach turning into pure lust, as his name spilled from those red lips.

Cloud could feel his own erection straining against his pants, his feet unable to move forward as he stared entranced at the vision before him. This scene was reminiscent of the morning before they made love for the first time, and it gave Cloud a delicious new depth to his earlier plan. The blonde hesitated briefly, eyes glued to the panting burnet as he spilt his seed over his still pumping hand before exiting the room silently.

Leon slumped against the washer as he tried to catch his breath. He felt like an addict; he craved Cloud so much. They had had some of the most erotic sex the night before, and not even twelve hours later, here he was, masturbating over his lover’s scent. The stormy eyed man laughed weakly. Never before had he been this desperate for any of his partners. Not just the sex, but to simply be near Cloud.

The black shirt which inspired much of Leon’s recent activities was used to clean up his mess, before being placed in the wash machine. The burnet left the laundry room, only to encounter Cloud putting groceries away in the kitchen. Leon fought the urge to blush, as his blonde companion glanced over his shoulder and smile gently at him.

“Leon.” Cloud murmured images of his lover stroking his own hot flesh fresh in his mind.

“Cloud, you’re back early.” Leon directed towards his blonde roommate, as he put on a blue utilitarian apron. (Translation: Oh gods, I hope he didn’t hear me jacking off in the laundry room.)

“Mm. My errands didn’t take as long as I thought they would.” Cloud answered, distractedly. (Translation: I lied about the errands. I wanted to stay away a bit longer, but couldn’t.)

“I need to go run some stuff up to the room.” Cloud informed his lover. “Would you mind waiting to start cooking until I come back? Perhaps watching you cook; will help me with my cooking skills.” The blonde inquired, watching a surprised expression cross over his companion’s face.

“Whatever.” Leon mumbled, turning his back to the blonde as he gathered his ingredients.

Once Cloud was safely in their shared bedroom along with three large bags from a certain shop, he grinned broadly. It looked like Leon was going to make this easy for him today. Now, where to put all this stuff? The blonde glanced around the room for a suitable hiding spot; he quickly shoved the bags under the bed, hoping that nobody (translation: Squall or the girls) looked under there before he could find a better place for them.

Once he returned to the kitchen, Cloud sat at the table, hoping to receive a very beneficial cooking lesson.

“Cloud, why don’t you help me cook? It’s easier to learn from hands on experience, rather than simply watching.” Squall suggested, his entire demeanor changing from lover and friend to instructor mode.

“Alright. Just a warning though, I am a disaster in the kitchen, but I am hoping to change that.” Cloud answered, delighted in how simple this was turning out to be. Leon was falling right into his evil clutches.

Cloud approached Squall, stopping just behind him; his warm breath causing his lover’s long chocolate locks of hair to flutter. The blonde’s skin brushing against his own, Leon closed his eyes, and questioned his own sanity. What the hell had he been thinking in agreeing, and even suggesting this? If what happened in the laundry room was any indication, his self control was dangerously thin today.

Stepping away from the temptation that was Cloud, he put his lover to work peeling potatoes, while he swiftly chopped onion, celery, leeks and carrots into small pieces. The two men worked in companionable silence, which was broken by Leon’s request for a large soup pan.

Leon bit back a groan, mentally kicking himself for the situation; his stormy eyes glued to Cloud’s loose pants tightening provocatively around the blonde’s ass and thighs, the azure eyed man bending down to search the lower cupboards for the right sized pan. His groin tightened at the provocative position his lover was in. ‘I am not a slave to my cock…I can do this without molesting Cloud…” was the mantra running through Leon’s mind as he fought the urge to bend his lithe blonde lover over the kitchen sink and plunge into him until Cloud came screaming his name.

Finally the damn pan was pulled out of the cupboard, and Cloud felt like cheering. The new and improved third phase of the plan was going splendidly. The blonde rested his chin on Leon’s shoulder, as he watched his stoic lover slowly sauté the onion, leeks, celery and onion with a dash of olive oil, salt and pepper. As the burnet added the vegetable broth and diced potatoes to the mixture; Cloud could feel how tense his lover was becoming by the stiffness in his shoulders, and the blonde decided to take it a step further.

The blonde nuzzled the nape that was in front of him, inhaling the smell which was so quintessentially Leon, before nipping gently at his lover’s ear. Squall moaned quietly, pressing back into Cloud, eyes on the boiling pot of soup. The blonde rocked forward, pressing his hard length against Leon’s ass, his fingers busy unsnapping the clasp of his lover’s pants.

Cloud fisted his free hand in Leon’s chocolate locks, pulling his lover’s head back and baring that slender tan throat to his lips and teeth. The blonde feasted on Leon’s throat, his hand wrapped around his lover’s throbbing cock, intent on driving the burnet crazy. Cloud dragged Leon over to the kitchen table, amused by the passivity in which Leon was demonstrating.

Leon was dazed and immensely turned on by Cloud’s unexpected aggression. His lover at times turned aggressive, but he always allowed Leon to take over the reins. The burnet had a feeling today was going to be a different story all together.

Cloud stripped Leon of his clothes, before pushing him down onto the table. In the back of the blonde’s mind, he felt he was going too fast; but he was afraid to slow down too much or he might allow Leon to be the aggressor, something that Cloud was comfortable with, and enjoyed. The other part of his mind reminded him that he was cheating Leon and himself by denying this part of his sexuality.

Cloud slowed down. He finally allowed himself to do something he had been craving since he broke their kiss short this morning. The blonde leaned down and entangled his tongue with Leon’s. The burnet purred, as he ran his hand under his lover’s shirt, rubbing slow and encouraging circles on the blonde’s lean back.

Cloud pulled back from the kiss, removing his shirt and unbuttoning his pants as he pulled a chair up to the table to sit on. Leon quirked a brow at his lover’s odd choice of positioning, but before he could comment on it, Cloud engulfed his throbbing cock into his mouth. (Itadakimasu!) The stormy eyed burnet moaned his back arching off the well worn kitchen table, as his lover pushed him past his limits.

Leon could feel Cloud’s wet velvet tongue tracing over the thick vein which ran up the underside of his heavy cock, before dipping into his slit which was leaking pre-cum. He groaned quietly, as the blonde cupped his balls with one hand, gently twisting them in their sack, as he sucked harshly on the head of Leon’s penis. The stormy eyed burnet unconsciously bucked his hips forward, urging his erection deeper into his lover’s talented mouth. Leon propped himself up slightly, so he could see his cock disappearing into the blonde’s mouth. Cloud pulled away gently, breaking the suction on his lover’s cock. The blonde wiped his mouth, before smiling sweetly at his companion.

“Squall, I want you to turn around, and lean over the table, legs straddling my lap.” Cloud ordered; the sweet smile and direct command surprisingly effective.

Leon did as he was commanded; he turned around and leaned forward on the kitchen table, using his forearms to brace himself. The burnet felt incredibly vulnerable in this position, his legs were akimbo, his ass was in the air and his arms were trapped underneath him. All fears and insecurities fled, as he felt his cheeks being reverently spread apart, and that wet velvet tongue trace his puckered entrance, before thrusting in. He threw his head back, panting; his long mink hair trailing down his back as he tried to push back onto Cloud’s tongue.

Cloud completely understood why Leon did this to him so regularly now. It was intoxicating, to hear the sounds coming from his lover’s mouth, to know that you were the one creating such pleasure for somebody else, with something as simple as your tongue. The blonde thrust his tongue deeper into the Leon’s puckered entrance, savoring the dark flavor and relishing his lover’s moans and pleas for more.

Leon gasped as one of Cloud’s hands began gently stroking his heavy erection, creating more friction for the desperate stormy eyed man. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He wanted the blonde inside of him now. He didn’t want slow and gentle, but fast and harsh. Leon wanted Cloud to fuck him into the table.

“Cloud, Fuck me now!” Leon demanded, his smoky, needy eyes drilling into his lovers’.

Cloud stood, eyes now suddenly shy, asking for permission to do what he had begun what felt like an eternity ago. Seeing the acquiescence and desire in his companion’s eyes, he pulled out the lube he had stuck in his pant pocket before entering the kitchen. The blonde quickly lubed himself up, before oh so gently pushing one finger into Leon’s saliva slicked entrance.

Leon moaned, as he thrust back onto that single digit, hoping that it would soothe the ache to be filled by something hot and thick. It didn’t. “Fuck Me…Just Fuck Me already.” The burnet moaned.

Cloud pulled the single digit out, and though he had not done a thorough job of preparing his lover, grabbed a hold of those slim gyrating hips, and thrust all the way in. Leon arched back, screaming as the blonde’s cock hit something truly wonderful inside of him.

“Don’t be gentle. I want you to fuck me into this table. You can do the romancing later…” Leon panted, desperately needing release.

Cloud expressed his agreement by thrusting long and deep into his lover. The pace was frantic, and on the other side of controlled. The blonde moaned, Squall’s name trembling on the tip of his tongue. This feeling was wonderful, it was so tight inside of Leon, his cock felt as though it would melt, and Cloud himself would die of pleasure.

With Cloud’s name ripped from his throat, Squall came all over the table; screaming in pleasure. His blonde lover found his release inside of the burnet, before collapsing on top of the boneless burnet in satisfaction. The two lovers lay there panting, desperate for air, before Cloud pulled out of the burnet, and laid down beside him on the table. It was several moments before either of them spoke.

“I think that the soup is burning.” Cloud murmured to his breathless lover, watching those sleepy eyes dart briefly to the smoking stove, and back to the blonde.

“…Whatever…” Squall mumbled, tightening his strong arms around his laughing lover once more.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: okay, I know I said this was a series of oneshots, but this one is going to have to be a two parter. Cloud topping is a monumental occasion, it should last, right? Apologies to all, this was really hard for me to write, so Cloud’s nerves = my nerves for writing him topping. But the first time had to come for both of us, so…Sorry if it was painful to read. Anyway thanks again for being patient with me. Part two should be out soon.

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