THE LIST

Disclaimers: Doesn’t own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy games…Sadly.

Warnings: Anal, Oral, WAFF, PWP and in this installment particularly, a heavy use of SEX TOYS, MILD BONDAGE, INAPPROPRIATE USE OF FOOD and other fun stuff

The Plan: part II

Opening his stormy eyes, Leon woke to find himself in a precarious position. Cloud was sitting cross legged on the end of the bed, smiling shyly at the brunette. Never one to wake quickly after taking an afternoon nap, it wasn’t until he tried to lift his hand, to push back a strand of chocolate hair which was lying in his eyes, that he noticed something was not quite right.

Leon couldn’t move his hands, or his arms for that matter; panicking, he struggled to free himself. An amused chuckle drew his attention back to his cobalt eyed lover. Leon stilled, his heart beating erratically; eyes locked on the spiky blonde. A deliciously wicked look was on Cloud’s face, as he watched his stoic companion struggle with the thin black ropes which held the grey eyed man captive.

Cloud took in the scene in which he had created while Leon slept. His taciturn lover was definitely center stage. The mink locked man was covered to the waist by a crisp white sheet, accentuating his tan skin. Leon’s arms latched to the cast iron headboard. A bowl of strawberries lay on the side table; and candles were strewn about the room, mostly unlit, except for the one next to the strawberries. His bags of goodies, items he thought to save for another day, now on today’s menu; were lying on the floor, out of Squall’s sight.

The spiky blonde had been given a burst of courage in the kitchen earlier, and now he wanted more. More of those luscious moans, caused by him, his tongue, his fingers, his cock and whatever else he decided to use; before this day was over Squall was going to be screaming his name, and begging for more.

Leon could physically feel the tendrils of anticipation traveling through his body at the look in Cloud’s eyes. The stoic brunette felt no fear; rather he felt desire and challenge. He had a feeling he was about to be devoured, as though the predator had been cornered by its seemingly meek prey. Leon bit back the moan threatening to spill from his throat; he wasn’t quite ready to submit to his lover yet.

At the sight of strong white teeth denting Leon’s full lower lip, Cloud smirked. The spiky blonde smoothly shifted positions; he was no longer sitting calmly at the foot of the bed; rather he was straddling the brunette’s sheet covered hips. The stubborn look in those smoky eyes was definitely a challenge that Cloud was up to. With his smirk in place, the azure eyed man rocked his hips once, before sliding up his lover’s body, his knees even with the bound man’s tense shoulders.

Leon barely managed to hold back the groan of pure lust, as Cloud leaned forward to run his hands up his arms, ending at the wrists bound to the headboard, as though checking the knots; the blonde’s dripping erection bouncing in front of his face. The brunette wanted that cock in his mouth, needed to taste his lover’s essence heavy on his tongue. Drool pooled in his mouth, he could almost taste the explosion of flavor, the flavor he craved, something he never tired of.

Just as the stubborn brunette began inching forward, intent on swallowing his lover whole, Cloud slipped away, once more straddling his lover’s sheet covered waist. A growl of pure disappointment emerged deep from Squall’s throat, his blonde smirking as he reached over his lover, his slender fingers snatching a strawberry from the bowl beside the bed.

“You’ve finally made a sound lover.” Cloud whispered smugly as he trailed the sweet strawberry down his lover’s neck, the syrupy juice running in rivulets down the tan column that the blonde was addicted to. Grabbing a handful of chocolate hair, Cloud yanked Leon’s head back and began feasting on the strawberry flavored skin. Moaning openly, Squall arched his back; rubbing his clothed covered cock against the azure eyed man’s bare ass.

“Mm. I know how much you like strawberries. That must be why you are making so much noise.” Cloud murmured, as he abandoned his lover’s neck, and began trailing that damnable strawberry down his chest and around Leon’s pebbled nipple. The brunette expected to feel his bedmate’s wet velvet tongue to trace the path of the juice gathering around his nipple, the last thing he had anticipated was to feel a twinge of pain, as Cloud clamped his teeth around it instead, tugging gently with his sharp teeth.

Cloud chuckled lightly as he felt Leon’s hips jerk upwards, cock hardening even more. “I’ve barely touched you, yet you are this hard…” Cloud whispered, one hand stroking the brunette’s aching flesh through the sheet. “I think you like a little pain, lover…Maybe I’ve been too gentle with you…” the devious blonde continued, as he slid to the edge of the bed, taking with him the sheet that Leon had begun to abhor.

Leon strained his neck, as he tried desperately to see where his cunning lover disappeared to. On the floor, the azure eyed man ransacked his various goody bags for the key item he needed to continue torturing the brunette. A black velvet blindfold emerged, and soon found itself blinding the love of the Cloud’s life. Squall was way too use to being completely in charge, in this way, the stormy eyed man would have to rely solely on sensation; touch, smell, taste and sound.

Once Cloud had his bedmate blindfolded, he fastened an intricate silver cock ring around his lover’s dripping erection, kissing the tip as he pulled away. The blonde sat cross legged on the bed, close enough that he could touch the brunette if he chose to, close enough that Leon could hear him if he whispered, but far enough away, that there was no skin on skin contact between them.

Slowly, allowing Leon to sense his movement, Cloud ran his fingertips down his lover’s firm chest. “Before today is over, you are going to tell me what you want me to do to you. I’m in charge of your orgasm…you don’t get to cum, until you beg.” Cloud whispered; as he dripped the hot wax from a burning blue candle onto the sensitive skin of Leon’s abdomen.

The brunette gasped loudly, hands twisting in their binds, hips lifting straight off the bed as streams of pleasure, accompany the slight sensation of pain shot through his already overly sensitized flesh. The lack of sight had increased every other sense Leon owned. He could smell Cloud next to him, his quintessential scent, tinged with the delectable aroma of strawberries. Stormy eyes fluttering wildly under the blindfold, as Cloud’s almost inaudible moans of need, sounded in his too perceptive ears. The soft touches of Cloud’s slender hands on seemingly innocent parts of his body, suddenly turning into the most erotic sensation the chocolate haired man ever felt.

Cloud groaned lowly, the sight of his lover twisting and turning on their bed, his hands bond, so desperate for release. Grabbing the two last items from the bed side table, he slowly oiled a small jade dildo, enjoying the feel of the toy in his hand, how the smooth texture seemed to warm the longer it was in his hand. The dildo slid in easily, Leon’s puckered entrance still lax from the earlier bout of kitchen sex. Starting slowly, gently; the blonde continued to thrust the jade dildo into his lover, building up speed, momentum as his own excitement grew.

Leon growled, fingers tightening as they wrapped around his bonds, almost frantically clawing at the restraints which kept him helpless under Cloud’s ministrations. The brunette’s slender hips thrusting rapidly, head thrashing from side to side, his cock felt like it was going to burst if he didn’t come soon. Yet he refused to beg, he wouldn’t succumb just yet.

Cloud was almost as desperate as Leon at this point in time. His body was betraying his mental needs. The blonde needed his lover to beg, and he would do what it took to get what he wanted.

“Mm, Lover…Don’t you think you’ve held out long enough? Why don’t you just give in already? I know that you are ready to cum.” Cloud whispered, lips grazing Leon’s earlobe.

“Nn…You first Cloud.” Leon panted stubbornly, speaking for the first time since he woke from his catnap.

“That’s not a bad idea, Squall.” Cloud returned. “Since you are obviously not ready to cum yet, I am going to go sit in that chair over there, and masturbate…Not bothering to muffle what I am doing. I’ll describe everything to you in detail; since you won’t have the pleasure of watching…Then, when I am done…I’ll start all over on you.” Cloud agreed sweetly, removing the jade dildo, much to Leon’s displeasure.

The brunette growled, images of Cloud last time he masturbated, intent on giving Leon a good show played through his fevered mind; a slow montage of erotic images. The spiky blonde sucking those slender fingers, thrusting, stroking, twisting…Just thinking about the things the azure eyed man had done last time caused him to thrust his hips upwards, an unconscious plea for release.

“This is going to be fun.” Cloud purred, as he slid off the bed, sitting in the straight back chair, which was positioned at the end of the bed, legs spread, with his feet propped up on the mattress; calloused hand resting on his aching cock.

“From here, I can see every inch of your body…Your entrance is so red now…but this afternoon, when you were spread out on the kitchen table, it was pink, like those flowers Aerith displays in the spring…I want to fuck that hole, again…Fast, slow…With my tongue, my fingers, my cock…However you want it. All you have to do is tell me, Squall.” Cloud whispered, stroking his cock slowly, spreading the pre-cum leaking from the tip around, making the strokes smoother.

Leon lay helpless on the bed, as Cloud bombarded him with his words. His body was on fire from those softly spoken words, and the moans which accompanied them. Begging didn’t seem like defeat, if he begged, both of them won.

“Please, Cloud put your cock in me right now!” Leon begged, body quivering with the something greater than need or want. “I want you, only you…Please.” The blindfolded man whispered to the smirking blonde.

“Gladly” Cloud returned, already on top of his bound lover, ripping the blindfold off those half lidded stormy eyes. “I missed out on seeing your eyes this afternoon as you came screaming my name. I plan on rectifying that mistake now.” Cloud purred, as he thrust into the desperate brunette; one hand shakily trying to remove the restricting cock ring, which kept Leon from cumming.

Their pace was fast, flesh slapping against flesh in a wild frenzy. Leon came screaming his lover’s name, Cloud never breaking eye contact with the half crazed brunette, as he continued to thrust in and out, his calloused hand stroking the stormy eyed man’s neglected cock, as Leon continued to spew his release. Finally empty of all his cum, and filled with Cloud’s; Squall collapsed as far as his bound arms let him. His blonde lover resting on top of him, weak, but still able to lift himself up enough to untie the ropes chafing his lover’s wrists, and sweetly kiss his chocolate haired bedmate.

Half and hour later, and Cloud’s Original Plan

The bathroom was lit with various scented candles, their flickering light dancing around the dark room, as two men shared a bubble bath. The man with mink colored hair, resting bonelessly against the spiky blonde’s muscled chest. Content to be coddled and cuddled (once in awhile), by his lover, Leon decided that he would have to ask Cloud to do this more often…Maybe next month, on the brunette’s next cooking day…

While Cloud was thinking that the lacy blue apron he bought at the market would look perfect on Leon...Hopefully by next month, he’d have talked him into wearing it…


Others who shop at Pleasures….

Moans vibrated in the still air, as a young sandy haired blonde hid from his annoyingly cuddle-able crimson haired lover in the dark garage. The light eyed blonde had had hopes of going back to the restoration committee’s house; but the absence of Cloud from their picnic earlier suggested that Leon had the spiky haired blonde bent over the kitchen sink, and was fucking his brains out. What Roxas would give to see that sight! If the video he (and the rest of the house) had seen of them was any indication, seeing them having sex live and in person would be HOT. Unfortunately, and Roxas would kill or at least seriously maim whoever suggested it; was quite intimidated by Cloud and Leon and the dangerous swords they both wielded with deadly accuracy.

Roxas crept closer to the room in which housed the moans which had captured his curiosity in the first place. His breath caught in his throat, and the desire for Axel to find him as soon as humanly possible exploded in his chest as he witnessed a scene as dangerous as the one he had been so vividly imagining earlier. Unconsciously, his hand, the one not covering his gasping mouth, went to his tightening groin, as he stroked his awakening erection through his baggy cargo pants.

Vincent was spread out on a workbench which was surprisingly bare of gummi parts, his long obsidian hair free from its red band, was trapped in the fist of the man currently devouring his mouth. The crimson eyed berserker was missing his tattered red cape, as well as the rest of his clothes; his alabaster limbs wrapped tightly around the fully clothed mechanic. Pale finger clutching desperately for purchase as he rocked his hips upwards, pressing his engorged cock against his lover’s.

Cid pulled back from the earth shattering kiss. It was always the same between them, no matter how long they had been together or apart, this always felt right. Since the first time they had sex, all those years ago; when they were fighting Sephiroth and Shinra; battling for the life of a planet that would eventually disappear; this feeling remained Cid’s constant.

The mechanic had not known his feelings were reciprocated before the night of their first encounter. Perhaps not contently, he watched and dreamt of the crimson eyed berserker, unwilling to make a move. They had fought together and mourned together, but the familial feelings which Cid had felt for Spiky, Tifa and the rest of Avalanche had not risen inside of the pilot for Vincent. Rather dark and unfamiliar needs had taken up residence in his every waking thought.

One night, in an unremarkable town, whose name neither Cid nor Vincent could remember; inside a dingy room of an inn, Vincent had made the first move. The enigmatic berserker had pressed Cid against the bedroom wall, and wordlessly demanded what both of them needed. It had been a frenzy of tactile sensation, ending with Cid in a position he had not been expecting, but none the less enjoyed immensely, and continued to enjoy.

The mechanic was drawn back to the present situation by his obsidian haired lover beneath him, moaning lowly, those slim hips gyrating rather urgently against his clothed erection. Cid groaned lightly at the look of pure need in his lover’s half lidded crimson eyes. He needed to make this last, it wasn’t very often the berserker yielded control to him. Vincent had in the past made it extremely apparent he didn’t like being teased for too long…Quite memorably in fact, with a cocked gun to the blonde’s temple and a demand to “Hurry up and fuck me,” with that misleadingly frigid voice, which belied his true nature.

With Vincent’s guns halfway across the room, Cid figured, he could probably get away with some teasing. The gruff blonde stood clear of his panting lover, moaning softly at the sudden lack of physical contact between them. The mechanic flipped his lover over, so that he was on his hands and knees, a long cascade of raven hair flowing down the long, clean lines of the berserker’s slender back. Vincent turned his head slowly, those heavy lidded crimson eyes boring into Cid’s, as he rocked his hips impatiently.

The blonde grinned impishly, his fingers hooked into the belt loops of his baggy pants. He nonchalantly lit a cigarette, as he considered the position his impatient lover was occupying. On his hands and knees, every part of Vincent was open to the mechanic’s perusal. The berserker was surprisingly bare of body hair, his alabaster skin creamy, but with scatterings of scars. The puckered entrance he was going to be entering with his fingers, his tongue and his cock; a pale pink that was begging to be ravished at his pace. Cid slowly blew out a stream of pale blue smoke as he circled the low work bench he did his best work on.

Vincent was going to kill Cid before the day was over. The raven haired man was vibrating with anger and a more pressing need to be fucked hard and fast. It wasn’t very often that he opted to let his lover top, and now he remembered why. Vincent panted breathlessly, his body arching with the sensation of Cid’s eyes caressing each and every part of his overly sensitized flesh. He could feel his body quivering with need, and a generous amount of pre-cum dripping from his cock.

The crimson eyed berserker groaned loudly, almost ready to get up off this infernal workbench and take care of his pressing problem by himself; since his lover seemed more interested in staring at him, rather than fucking him. Desperate for some form of relief, he lowered his hips, dragging his weeping cock against the smooth wood of the workbench. So close to his much needed release, he attempted to do it again, before his hips were stilled by the grinning Cid.

“You can’t come, until I let you.” Cid murmured, his fingers gently caressing those slender hips. “We are doing this at my pace, darling. You’ll cum soon, screaming my name.” The blonde continued, those strong, tan fingers trailing up his lover’s lithe back; slowly followed by his silky tongue.

Vincent arched under Cid’s ministrations, his breathy pants emerging erratically from his bruised lips. The gun wielding berserker was unsure of his role in this sexual feast. Never before had his lover been so dominating; the blonde was never completely submissive, rather they came together on equal footing during sex, as they did in all aspects of their lives.

While Vincent tried to gather at least some of his scattered thoughts, Cid had been quite productive; his fingers dripping with the new lubricant he had slipped into the basket at Pleasures, when his lover had been distracted by their spiky blonde housemate. Without warning, he slipped a finger inside of his lover, relishing the incoherent moans pouring from Vincent’s lips. Cid slipped a second finger into the reddening puckered entrance; groaning lowly as his half crazed companion rocked his hips wildly, the blonde determined to make Vincent come by his fingers alone.

Vincent could feel his body melting, as those long fingers pumped inside of him, grazing his tight inner walls. He needed more though; two fingers were not enough to soothe his aching need. The crimson eyed man needed friction; he needed those calloused hands caressing his aching cock. Vincent needed more, and he needed it now. The obsidian haired man gritted his teeth, growling lowly in his throat, as he rested his forehead on the smooth wood beneath him; he was so close, it was painful.

It was the insertion of Cid’s third finger into that tight hole which finally drove the Vincent over the edge he had been teetering on, his voice hoarse from screaming Cid’s name; his speed spewing from his still erect cock, as his violent orgasm shook him to the core. By his sadistic lover’s chuckle, the crimson eyed berserker knew Cid wasn’t finished. This feeling was punctuated by the wet velvet tongue which joined the fingers still inserted into his puckered entrance.

Cid wasn’t sure how much longer he could tease his lover. Vincent’s throaty cries and hoarse moans went straight to his aching erection. The gruff blonde mechanic knew his companion wanted to be fucked hard and fast, and he was more than willing to comply, now that he had made his crimson eyed lover half insane and made him cum at least once.

The blonde hiding in the shadows outside the room where the two lovers were quite distracted; was having a bit of a problem of his own. Roxas had been inspired by the scene he had just witnessed if his aching cock was any indication; and no Axel present to vent it on, or as the case might be; in. The light eyed blonde had to bite back a moan as Cid plunged into the quivering man on the workbench.

Strong, tan hands lifting pale, slender hips, as Cid continued slamming into his screaming lover. One of the mechanic’s hands left its perch on Vincent’s hip and grabbed the crimson eyed berserker’s wandering hand. By his lover cuffing his hand behind the obsidian haired man’s back, Vincent was compelled to push his hips upwards in order to keep his balance, forcing the blonde’s cock deeper inside of him. He rested his head once more on the smooth wood of the workbench, fingers of his free hand desperately clutching for purchase of some sort.

Cid could feel Vincent losing his iron grip on the control he kept so tightly leashed. The mechanic knew a way that his companion could keep control, and eat his cake too. With a wicked smile, the blonde slipped out of his lover’s tight entrance, pulling him to the floor. Mindlessly Vincent climbed on top of Cid, impaling himself rapidly on his gruff lover’s dripping cock.

Once fully seated, raven hair obscuring much of is face, Vincent leaned down and tangled his tongue with his lover’s. Half lidded crimson eyes, stared into his Cid’s; as the berserker lifted himself up and almost off the cock imbedded inside of his puckered entrance. Obsidian locks cascading down that lithe back, as Vincent threw his head back as he slammed down on his lover’s erection.

Cid’s fingers clutched those wildly moving hips, knowing that in a couple of hours his lover would have violet bruises flowering on his pale skin. Vincent completely lost control, as he rode his lover, so intent on his pleasure and his impending completion, he didn’t notice the bloody scratches littering his lover’s chest. With white teeth latched onto a tan throat, Vincent’s seed splattered and mixed with the rivulets of blood trailing down Cid’s chest.

Collapsing against his lover’s firm chest, a panting and semi-incoherent Vincent was petted by a content Cid. When the berserker finally came to his senses; he could feel the mechanic’s seed dripping from his thoroughly fucked entrance. Satisfied and exhausted, they remained on the floor, Vincent, for once using his long time lover and friend as a pillow.

Unknown to the two cuddled on the floor; there was one who remained in the shadows; trying to stifle his moans. Roxas was in pain, he was so freaking hard. The young blonde could almost feel his cock about to burst his pants. The light eyed man wanted, actually no; NEEDED to cum already. Axel, that emerald eyed pyro was so going to be fucked senseless, when Roxas finally got his hands on him. Unable to take anymore stimulation from the two cuddle bunnies on the garage floor; Roxas turned only to come face to chest with his lover leaning against the wall, an amused look on his face.

“Hey Roxy, having fun?” Axel drawled, eyes traveling down his young lover’s sweaty form, taking in Roxas’ tented cargo pants, his heaving chest, before coming to rest on his easily angered companion’s dilated blue eyes.

Roxas licked his lips, drawing those vibrant green eyes down to where he wanted them. Distracted, eyes lingering Axel was jerked away from the wall and dragged silently through the garage, only to be pressed against another wall…Which is a story for another time…

The Rest of the Restoration Committee

Having played all day, the members of a certain household trekked home, anticipation of a good home cooked meal running high; only to be disappointed by a locked door and an envelope containing munny and a note; kindly suggesting that they all go out for dinner (on Cloud’s dime of course), to have fun; and not to come home until morning.

The End

A/N: Evil…I know. Those of you waiting for Roxas and Axel and hot steamy sex, IT will be in the next installment. I hope those of you who wanted some more Vincent and Cid are eh, satisfied?