More Than Worthless

Author's Note: Again, I apologize for all the wrong things in this. This is old and I haven't gotten around to rewriting/fixing it.

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More than Worthless

"Worthless, is not a good feeling," Leon decided, glaring at the shot of vodka he was holding. After a few minutes of pondering his decision, he nodded, satisfied with the conclusion he'd come to. "Yup, worthless isn't a very good feeling at all," he repeated, then downed the shot.

He really had no idea how much of the large bottle of vodka he'd drunk, but he had a pretty good idea that it was probably a lot. Anything to drown out the pain of being worthless. He really did not enjoy his solitude now. Sure, he finally gets it, but he was so used to people popping in and out, and having no privacy at all-

...Restoration had ended a few months ago. He hadn't heard from anyone during those months. No one had called. No one had visited. It was as if no one cared about him now that he was no longer needed to be in charge of anything. No one... cared if he was breathing or not.

He didn't even have the chance to even catch a glimpse of the man that had haunted his dreams since he'd first laid eyes on him anymore. Then again, why would the blond angel want to see him? He'd only ever barked orders or was rude to Yuffie, and apparently, being rude to Yuffie in front of him was a big no-no. He'd learned that when he'd received a punch to the face that had nearly dislocated his jaw.

"My life sucks," he added, picking the bottle up to pour himself another shot. He frowned at the bottle in thought, then growled and threw the shot glass over his shoulder, choosing to just take a swig out of the bottle instead. "Feh."

He'd never wanted to die before- with exception of just after his world had been destroyed- and never thought he would feel that way, but now that he was alone again, why not? He was heading in the direction of death with every sip more that he took. Oh, vodka was a blessing and a curse; it dulled the pain, but there was a huge alcohol content.

Leon glanced over at the bottle of prescription sleep-aids sitting on the corner of the table thoughtfully. "...If no one wants me..." He glanced back at the bottle of vodka. "...Then I shouldn't be around to bother anyone any longer..."

-x-x-x-

Yuffie sighed and tapped her fingers against the bar, nearly bored enough to ask Cid to talk to her, then placed her chin on her hands, frowning. "You know who we haven't seen in forever?" she asked, beginning to kick her feet back and forth.

Tifa sighed as well and looked up from alphabetizing her liquors. "Who, Yuffie?"

"Squally!" she answered, pouting a little. "We haven't seen him since the party after reconstruction was finished!"

Cloud snorted and crossed his arms. "What does it matter? He was never nice to you."

"Uh, chyeah, when you were there!" The ninja shot him a small glare. "Squall doesn't like showing affection in front of people! He was actually really nice to me when it was just us!"

"Not that you made it more tempting after nailing him in the face, Cloud," Aerith added, sighing. "Yuffie was just getting him to open up, too..."

"Hey! Hey! We could go visit him!" Yuffie exclaimed, suddenly hopping off of the bar stool she was sitting on. The excitement she felt was obvious to everyone. "I mean, he must get lonely! Yeah! And we could tell him what all has been happening!"

"That sounds like a good idea, Yuffie," Tifa agreed, smiling. She hopped over the bar gracefully. "Let's go visit him right now! I don't have any patrons!"

"Yay! Come on, Aerith!" the ninja squealed, grabbing the healer's hand and dragging her outside.

Tifa looked back at Cloud and tilted her head. "Are you coming, Cloud?"

The blond sighed and stood up as well. "I've got nothing else to do. Why not?"

-x-x-x-

He felt... light. Like he was floating around like a soap bubble from one of those bubble wands that little kids played with. Or a shuriken that Yuffie hadn't aimed properly.

Leon felt the grin slide off his lips. Yuffie would be sad when she found out he was dead. He laid his head on the table and frowned. "...Yuffie..." Tifa and Aerith would be upset, too. "...Why does my life suck so bad...?" he asked softly, tears forming in his eyes as they landed on the now empty pill and vodka bottles. "...I'm sorry..."

-x-x-x-

Yuffie bounded into the former restoration leader's house, grinning. "Oh, Squally-poo! Where are you?" She looked over her shoulder to see how far behind her friends were, then shrugged and wandered further into the house, not giving a second thought to the fact that Leon would kill her for being in there without his permission. "Squally! Oh Squa-lly!"

"...Yuffie..."

She turned sharply, surprised, then smiled. "Leon! We were just wondering how you were-" When he failed to reprimand her for calling him 'Squall' the first few times or lift his head, she frowned a little. "...Leon?"

The brunet failed to respond verbally. Hell, he refused to respond period. He hadn't given any indication that he'd heard her. Maybe he'd fallen asleep at his table while reading...?

The ninja's eyes widened as they landed on the empty bottles on the table. "AERITH! AERITH!"

-x-x-x-

"Well, we've pumped his stomach. He should be alright in a few days."

It felt so surreal... Like everything was just... a dream...

"Can we wait here until he wakes up?"

He felt no pain. It was spectacular.

"I wouldn't suggest it. It's possible he'll just clam up if he sees you. The guilt the patients usually feel after an attempted suicide, it..."

"I see."

Everything was so far away...

"Cloud, will you stay with him incase he tries to hurt himself? Please?"

"...Fine."

...And yet it was still so damnably close.

Leon turned his head slightly to watch the group in the room file out, then closed his eyes again. The world was so much better when he couldn't see the tears on his friends' faces.

"Tuh... You're more trouble than you're worth, you know that?" Cloud muttered, sitting down in a chair beside the brunet's bed.

Leon opened his eyes again and turned his head to look at the obviously irritated blond. "...Yeah. I know that."

The younger man started, then jerked his head to look at him, blushing a little. "You're awake?"

"Apparently so," the brunet whispered, looking away from him. He closed his eyes again. "Through no fault of my own."

"You are so selfish!" Cloud hissed, glaring at him. "Do you have any idea how horrified Yuffie was when she found you? She screamed for Aerith, Leon. And you know how much it takes to actually get Yuffie to scream."

"Why," Leon asked sharply, not opening his eyes. "Why did you have to save me?"

The swordsman huffed and looked away from him, eyes beginning to glow in his irritation. "Believe it or not, there are some people who care about you. Why they'd do that, I'm not sure, because you're the biggest ass I've ever met and you have the heart of harpy, but they care."

Sighing, the older man lifted a hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I don't draw people to me so I can hurt them. If someone gets close to me and then gets hurt, it's their own fault. I avoided making friends for a reason."

"So you're saying that their friendship is one-sided? You don't give a damn what happens to them?"

Leon felt tears forming in his eyes. He bit his bottom lip quickly and berated himself for it in his head, then sat up and looked down at his arm, ignoring the blond beside him as he grabbed the IV. "I'd protect them with my life if they were in trouble. Where are my pants?"

Cloud rolled his eyes. "I don't think the girls would appreciate you-"

"I don't care what you think," the gunblader snapped, glaring at him. "Anything that comes out of your mouth just seems to hurt me, anyway, so why don't you just keep your stupid thoughts in your stupid head and save me the pain?"

The brunet lifted his arm to his mouth as he looked around for his clothes, lapping up his own blood and willing the wound to scab over. When he finally located the missing articles supposed to have been covering his body, he stood and walked over to them, trying to ignore the fact that his legs were shaking and threatened to give out with every step he took. After getting all of his clothes on and getting the wound on his arm to heal, he walked over to the window and opened it.

As he was starting to lift his leg over the sill, Cloud scowled and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Uh, I'm climbing out the window," Leon answered, rolling his eyes. "I'd think that would be obvious."

"Well I can see you're climbing out the window! Why!" the blond exclaimed, eyebrow twitching slightly. God, he hated this man.

"Because if I go past the girls, they're going to ask why I did it. I don't want to tell them," the older man explained, then scowled and pushed against the top of the window. "Jesus, you'd think these would open further..."

"I think the point is to keep patients from running away," Cloud muttered, rolling his eyes angrily, before looking back at him. "You're so selfish! Do you ever think of anyone but yourself, you jack ass? God! It's a good thing your friends aren't around! If they could see you now, they'd probably be ashamed to be seen around you anyway!"

Leon flinched. He'd thought he'd be prepared for any insult the blond would throw at him. He hadn't been prepared for that one. It seemed... almost too cruel to come from the younger man's mouth.

As soon as he saw the brunet flinch, Cloud immediately regretted what he'd said. No one, no matter how much he disliked them, deserved what he'd just said. "Leon, I-"

But he was already gone. The window was shut.

Yuffie ran into the room and over to the window, then turned toward the blond slowly. It was obvious by the glare she was giving him how angry she was. "How could you?"

-x-x-x-

He'd never felt so horrible. Not even when he'd wanted to die.

Would his friends really be ashamed to be seen with him if they were there? Would they be disappointed in him for not doing more? Would they even acknowledge that he'd been their... friend?

Leon let out a grunt as he suddenly found himself on the ground. "...Shit..."

"You know, I was hoping I'd run into you. I just wasn't thinking literally."

Looking up, he thought that he'd died and gone to heaven. ...Of course... it may have been hell, too, because you never knew with womanizers. "Irvine?"

The cowboy smiled at him cheerfully, but the smile soon faded. "...Squall? Are you okay?"

Leon wiped his eyes quickly, sniffing a bit. "Yeah."

"...Of course you are. That's why the Ice Prince of Balamb is crying. Come on, buddy," Irvine ordered softly, offering the fallen man his hand. "Let's get you home, and you can tell me all about it, 'kay?"

The shorter man shrugged and sighed, accepting the hand offered, then shook his head when his body disobeyed him and failed to stop crying. "Okay."

The sharpshooter growled softly, an unbelievable anger cutting to his very core. He'd never hated anyone more in his entire life than the one person whom had managed to make Leon cry. He hadn't even cried when Rinoa died, though granted, he just became a bigger hard ass. ...But now the Ice Prince was crying, and he'd never seen anything so pitiful.

The cause of his tears was in for some awful hurt.

-x-x-x-

"And another thing! How could you say that to Leon when it's obvious he was feeling bad in the first place? I mean, come on-"

Cloud sighed and let his head fall onto the bar with a loud thud. Aerith had scolded him. When she was finished, Tifa had scolded him with mostly the same point but with a lot more four- and seven-letter words. When she was finished, it was Yuffie's turn, and she was making all of the painful, guilt-inducing points that Aerith and Tifa had failed to make.

At the sound of a vaguely familiar clicking noise at the side of his head, he turned his head to try and see what the clicking was. Finding it to be a gun, only one thought registered in his mind. '...Oh shit.'

"So, you're the one- the only person ever- to make Squall Leonhart, Ice Prince of Balamb Garden, cry?" The cowboy sneered at him in distaste. "And to think that Squalllikes you."

"Who the hell are you?" Yuffie asked indignantly. "I was kind of in the middle of a tirade directed at him, if you don't mind!"

Irvine rolled his eyes, then waved her away. "Sorry, little missy, but when I find one of my friends- in fact, the only man I thought could never cry- sobbing his heart out, I gotta butt in. Especially when the cause of his pain is that someone told him that his friends would be ashamed to be seen with him," he stated, narrowing his eyes at the blond that was still staring down the barrel of his gun. "I hope you're proud of yourself."

"If he's dead, he can't apologize," Tifa stated, scowling at the brunet. "Put the gun away, Tex, and rant like a normal person."

"Wait, wait! What'd you say about Leon liking him?" Yuffie exclaimed, shoving Cloud out of the way (and, coincidentally, onto the floor).

Irvine sighed and crossed his arms. "Squall is gay and has the hots for blondie. ...But don't tell him I told you, because he told me explicitly not to tell the hyperactive ninja girl. Anyway, congratulations, moron! He works hard to rebuild your world, works hard to make your lives easier, and you thank him by attacking him in one of the most hurtful ways you can?" he snarled, turning his gaze back onto the swordsman. "What a way to thank someone! 'Thanks for fixing my world, go to hell!'"

"...You know, the funny thing is, Cloud hasn't even been nice to Leon," Tifa pointed out thoughtfully. "Cloud really hasn't done anything to win his affections."

"Leon's weird. Did you forget that?" Yuffie asked, raising an eyebrow.

Aerith shrugged thoughtfully. "I think Leon may be some sort of masochist. He wouldn't throw himself into all of those battles with Heartless so thoughtlessly."

Irvine snorted. "Squall doesn't do anything thoughtless. Being a masochist, though, I'll believe." He shrugged the thought away and frowned down at the blond now sprawled out on the ground. "So, who are you that you manage to get Squall of all people to fall in love with you? I don't see anything so special."

Tifa sighed and rolled her eyes. "If Leon's a masochist, Cloud would be his ideal sadist. He's never passed up a chance to throw an insult or jibe at him."

"Whatever. If I ever find Squall crying again, and I find out it's because of you, I'm not even going to let you apologize to him," Irvine stated, frown turning into a glare instantly. "I'll find you and I'll shoot you. End of story." Turning to walk back out of the bar to rejoin Leon (probably to ease his pain by supervising him with alcohol), he added, "And avoid your sadist tendencies when I'm with him. I'll shoot you anyway."

-x-x-x-

Cloud scowled down at his feet. Now that he knew that Leon had a crush on him, he just felt worse about treating him like crap, even if the brunet had indeed liked it in some sick, twisted way. Apologizing was no longer an option. He had to do it. Even if it meant that he possibly had to deal with a trigger-happy cowboy.

Steeling himself for what might come, he took a deep breath and looked up at the brunet's door. Then, he knocked.

Leon opened the door slowly, toweling his hair dry as he readied himself 'to go out into the world,' as Irvine had put it. Basically, the cowboy had told him to get the hell out of his house and do something today. Otherwise he'd find a gun up the ass. And that would not be pleasant. At all.

He raised an eyebrow as he found Cloud staring at him, then slammed the door back in his face. "Fuck off and die." As he turned to walk away, there was a knock on the door. He sighed loudly in frustration and opened the door again. "What part of 'fuck off and die' don't you understand? Why are you here?" he asked angrily, glaring at the blond.

Cloud shrugged slightly. "I came to apologize." That was all that he could manage to get out, what with keeping a nosebleed at bay.

Who wouldn't have to fight off a nosebleed at the sight of a slightly damp Leon wearing nothing but a towel? Yeah, good luck with that. And the water dripping from his hair onto his shoulders and rolling down his chest? God, applaud the man that could get through that without a nosebleed.

"Cloud? Are you okay?" Leon asked in confusion as the blond clapped his hands over his nose.

Cloud blushed a little. "Uh, I'm fine. Can I borrow your bathroom?"

"Uh... Okay." He opened the door a little wider to admit the younger man, unable to keep an innocently confused look from his face. "Do you need something? Ice, or-"

Cloud let out a frustrated whine-like groan and ran for the bathroom. "God, stop looking at me like that!"

"...Uh..." Leon rubbed the back of his head and frowned. "...But... I wasn't looking at you like... anything..."

Cloud opened the bathroom door, then let out a frustrated snarl when he found Irvine also clad in just a towel and trying to dry his long hair. "AUGH! WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE TRYING TO DO TO ME!"

Irvine let out a yelp as he was booted out of the bathroom, then looked back at the door in confusion as it was slammed shut. "What the hell was that?"

"Beats me. He told me he was here to apologize and then he got a nosebleed," Leon muttered, going back to towel-drying his hair as he walked into his bedroom.

"Bah. People from this world are weird," Irvine replied, following him into his room to borrow some clothes until he could buy his own.

Cloud glared at himself in the mirror and growled. "Jeez, you moron, you're here to apologize to him, not rape him!" he berated, eyebrow twitching. He let out a defeated a sigh. "...Hell, what am I trying to pull? All I wanted to do was ravish him. ...All I still want to do is ravish him. Agh, Yuffie would be proud! She's drilled enough yaoi crap into my head!"

"Oi, blondie, you okay in there?" Irvine called, tapping the door with the back of his hand lazily. Truly, he didn't really care. He just wanted to brush his teeth. "You aren't bleeding to death through your nose, are you?" He glanced back at Leon. "...Was it because you finally realized just how sexy Squall is?"

The snarl both brunets heard in answer made them both snort. "Stop antagonizing him, Irvine. He just might take his sword and slice you in half. Have you seen that thing?"

The cowboy turned toward him in surprise and raised an eyebrow. "And how would you know how big his sword is, Squall?"

Leon blinked at him for a few seconds, confused, then blushed and looked away from him quickly, scowling. "I mean his sword, the big one he always carries around on his back! Not that sword! God, you just- I'm getting dressed now!" he snapped, storming into his room.

Irvine smiled a little, then leaned into the door and whispered, "In his leather."

Cloud jerked the door open just far enough to be able to glare at him. "You're just aching for me to give you a reason to kill me, aren't you?"

The cowboy smiled disarmingly. "No, I'm just aching for Squall to get laid. You know, I think he's a virgin. Well, except for kissing. He's not a virgin at that. ...In fact, he should be pretty talented with his mouth."

"...NGH! YOU'RE ALL AGAINST ME!"

Leon leaned out of his room, eyes wide in surprise. "Cloud? Are you okay in there?"

The blond really felt like bawling. Instead, he stormed out of the bathroom. "You know what! I'll apologize later when there isn't a cowboy here!"

As the front door slammed, Irvine frowned and tilted his head. "You really know how to pick the weird ones, Squall."

"I'm a masochist; leave me alone so I can wallow in my self-pity," Leon muttered, glaring at him, before leaning back into his room.

"Does that mean you're into bondage?"

"...Fuck off and die."

-x-x-x-

"Hey, beautiful, you wanna give this to Cloud for me?" Irvine asked charmingly, handing Yuffie a sloppily folded note.

"What is it?" she asked, tilting her head.

The brunet waved it away as he turned to leave. "Oh, feel free to read it if you want. I just found some interesting things in Squall's journal that I thought Cloud would be interested in knowing."

The ninja waited until he was out of sight before going back into the Seventh Heaven and opening the note. Tifa frowned at her. "What's that?"

"A note that the cowboy gave me. He asked me to give it to Cloud; he said he'd be interested in some stuff he'd found in Leon's journal." She paused, then opened the note, unable to keep herself from doing so. "I need to see what it says!"

Cloud,

He likes bondage and kidnap/rape role-playing, and he's going to have a lot of free time tonight, courtesy of moi. Enjoy!

Irvine

"...I am never going to let him live this down," Tifa stated, smiling.

"Who? Leon, or Cloud?"

"Oh, I'm not going to pick on Leon. He's been through too much. Cloud, on the other hand, I won't hesitate to tease him."

"Won't hesitate to tease me about what?" Cloud asked, walking in and setting his sword against the wall. When both girls merely giggled, he narrowed his eyes at them. "What's so funny?"

Yuffie waved the refolded note at him, grinning almost as wide as the Cheshire cat. "Oh, just a little note that Cowboy wanted me to give to you!"

As he went to unfold and read the note, Tifa handed him a box of tissues. "Here. You're going to need these."

"Um, okay." And indeed, as soon as he read the note, he found himself with a nosebleed. He let out a childish whine and clapped his hands over his nose. "This guy just won't stop until I've fucked him, will he?"

Tifa and Yuffie began laughing, though for a totally different reason than the blond suspected. Tifa waved her customer in. "Come on, Leon! What did you need?"

Leon edged toward them, sending Cloud a look of both hurt and surprise, then looked up at Tifa. "Irvine sent me out of the house, so I thought I'd do some grocery shopping. Could I get two bottles of rum?"

The martial artist narrowed her eyes at him. "And how do I know you won't pull another stunt like last time?"

"That was vodka and I didn't have a cowboy threatening bullets up the ass!" the brunet exclaimed indignantly. He clapped a hand over his face as Yuffie began to laugh again. "Please, Tifa? It's not even all for me! Irvine likes rum too!"

She sighed and rolled her eyes, then placed two bottles on the counter. "Fine, but if you pull another suicide attempt, you're never getting alcohol again. I will find every store that sells alcohol and threaten bodily harm to anyone who sells it to you again."

"...Sounds fair enough." He glanced over at Cloud, then frowned. "You have another nosebleed? Are you okay? Maybe you should see Aerith."

"I'm fine," the blond snarled, then whimpered and slammed his forehead against the bar at all of the ideas that came to mind when he read the note again.

Leon rolled his eyes, then nodded to Tifa and Yuffie and walked away. "Whatever. Bleed to death through your nose, see if I care."

At this, Tifa and Yuffie burst into new fits of laughter.

-x-x-x-

Leon looked up at his house thoughtfully. He knew Irvine was home. He just didn't know if Irvine had company. He looked down at the groceries in his arms, then sighed, realizing he'd have to take the chance anyway. It took him a record of twelve seconds to get in, set the groceries down and get all perishable items in the refrigerator, and get back out without hearing a second moan from the guest bedroom.

He slammed the door shut and whimpered. "Oh, that's a mental image I never wanted to have!"

He let out a muffled yelp as someone suddenly clapped a hand over his mouth, successfully keeping him from calling for help, then growled angrily and started to struggle. He didn't get to struggle long, however, because a second later, he found the smell of the temporary knock-out serum Merlin had made over his nose and mouth.

His last thought was, 'Could things get any worse than this?

-x-x-x-

Apparently they could.

Leon glared up at the silk bonds keeping his hands bound to the head of the bed and growled softly, then looked down to see what sort of situation was in. Okay, his jacket was gone, his shirt was gone, and his boots and socks were gone, but he still had his pants on. That was good. ...Right?

He let out a soft whimper in defeat after a few minutes of wild struggling against the silk bonds, cursing himself for finding this such a turn-on. "I knew I had a screwed up mind but this is ridiculous," he muttered angrily.

"I don't think there's anything ridiculous about your position at all."

Leon turned his head sharply to see Cloud leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He blushed a little at the way the blond was staring at him, then looked away quickly. "Oh? So what do you think about my position then, Mister I'm-going-to-kidnap-and-rape-Leon?"

Cloud grinned devilishly. "I find your position deliciously erotic. Could you make yourself any more appetizingly tempting, Leon?"

"Huh? What do you mean? Let me go!" the brunet exclaimed angrily, though the panic in his eyes did not escape the blond.

The younger man smirked and started walking toward him, discarding his shirt along the way. "No, I don't think so. You see, for one thing, I don't think a certain cowboy would let me," he stated, and was satisfied as the brunet swore and began thrashing again. "And for another thing, Leon, I must say that you've been tempting me."

"What do you mean I've been tempting you?" the older man snarled, but couldn't choke back a nervous squeak as the blond climbed on top of him. "What are you doing?What are you-! Ngh, get off...!"

Cloud smirked and bucked his hips down to grind into the still thrashing captive's, causing him to let out a grateful but aggravated whimper. "Doesn't this turn you on, Leon? Don't you want more?"

"N-no... Get off... you pervert," Leon ordered weakly, glaring at him, then gasped and threw his head back as his captor licked his neck. "Ah-! Stop it...!"

"You know, you keep telling me you don't like this, but your body keeps telling me different," Cloud murmured, rubbing his thigh against the growing bulge in the brunet's leather pants.

Leon whimpered softly and bucked his hips up a little. "Cloud... Stop it..."

"Your body is begging for more and you still want me to stop?" the younger man asked in confusion, frowning. "What's wrong?"

The brunet turned his head away, face flushed from embarrassment and pleasure. "You've only said things to hurt me. You don't like me. Why would that change? You... you're just using me."

"I don't use," the blond stated coldly, eyes narrowing. "Sephiroth would win if I did, even though he's gone. I can't stand letting him win when he's not even here!"

"Then what the hell happened! You couldn't have just been walking along, and then suddenly decided, 'Oh, I think I'll stop hating Leon today!'"

Cloud closed his eyes tightly, growling, then opened them again slowly. "No. I didn't hate you. I just didn't like you."

Leon scowled at him. "Oh, and that's supposed to make me feel better how?"

"Because I don't not like you anymore, alright?"

"That made as much sense as Yuffie on caffeine! Untie me, damn it-!" The blond let out an aggravated growl, then lunged down to crush the older man's mouth with his own. Leon whimpered softly as the blond's tongue began to plunder his mouth, then bucked his hips up slightly, digging his nails into his palms. "Mm!"

Cloud broke the kiss and glared at him in frustration. "I want to give this a try, damn it! Please!"

"And just why should I give you that chance?" the brunet asked angrily, yanking at the silk irately. "What have you done to deserve it? Other than treat me than trash!"

"I don't have any good reason for you to give me a chance other than I promise I'll never say anything like I said in the hospital to you again and I'll thrash anyone who decides to do it instead," he answered softly, frowning at him sincerely. "Leon, I promise I'll never attack you like that again. Will you please give me this chance?"

Leon growled and looked away from him quickly. "...I will give you one chance. If you screw up, I'll never speak to you again."

Cloud smiled and nuzzled his neck affectionately. "I'll make up for all of the pain I caused you. I promise." When the older man failed to answer, his lips curved into a smirk. "...Now..."

The brunet squeaked in surprise as his captor rubbed his crotch and closed his eyes tightly. "God, Cloud-!"

"Hmm, I hear you're into bondage, Leon..." The blond lifted a knife from the nightstand and looked it over with fake interest. "Does this count as bondage?"

Leon eyed the knife anxiously, licking his lips and arching his back slightly. "And if I were to say yes...?"

"Tuh, you should know that answer to that," Cloud answered, smirking, then waved the knife slightly. "So, my lovely uke, is this considered bondage? Because if it is, I'd like to begin our foreplay."

"Uh..." The brunet's eyes began to slide closed. "Gods, do whatever you want, just as long as you fuck me in the end..."

"With pleasure. Lots of it."

-x-x-x-

Irvine raised an eyebrow in amusement as he watched Cloud lugging large pieces of lumber to a new construction site, then meandered into the Seventh Heaven. "So, what did blondie do to get himself put on delivery duty for construction, Squally?"

Leon snorted and refused to look up from his shot- his first one, coincidentally, and he'd only been glaring at it, when he could have been drinking it. "Ass hole tried to seduce me while I was checking Tron."

"And we know how much Leon hates it when he's interrupted during his work!" Yuffie exclaimed, smiling. When she received a glare in return for her comment, she giggled and covered her mouth. "And it always means kinkier bondage, doesn't it, Leon?"

Leon blushed and bit his bottom lip. "No one asked you, Yuffie. Shut up!"

"No, seriously, how into it does he get when you guys are doing your foreplay?" Tifa asked in interest. "What does he do, Leon? How does he make you happy?"

"Ngh, if I didn't know better, I'd say he put you up to this," the brunet muttered, rolling his eyes. "I'm not telling you guys anything."

"Oh, come on! Give us some of the intimate details, Squall!" Irvine goaded, elbowing him playfully. When he received an aggravated snarl in response, he scowled and crossed his arms. "Well, shit, Squall! Is that any way to repay the man that basically got you two together?"

"I've finished the deliveries, Leon. Is there anything else you'd like me to do, or have my dues been paid?" Cloud asked venomously, eyes narrowed. If there was anything he hated more than Sephiroth, it was making lumber deliveries. Leon always made him take the biggest deliveries he had.

Leon sighed and rolled his eyes, then downed his shot. "You complain too much, Cloud." He turned to walk past him and smirked, shoving a bag into his hands as he walked by. "You've more than paid your dues. Here's a little reward."

The blond raised an eyebrow in mild surprise and watched him leave, then opened the bag. Yuffie grabbed his arm anxiously as he adorned a devilish smirk. "What is it?"

Irvine rolled his eyes as the now happy delivery man pulled out a leather whip and sighed. "You two have the weirdest relationship in the history of the worlds."

Cloud didn't stop to comment; instead, he just rushed out the door and nearly knocked down a Keyblade wielder in the process. Sora blinked after him in surprise, then looked over at the now laughing group. "What the heck was that?"

"That was a horny stud going after his submissive bitch," Irvine answered, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "With a whip!"

"...Ew!" Sora exclaimed, covering his eyes. "Bad mental images!"

"You have to admit, it is kind of kinky," Yuffie stated, smiling.

The teen looked up at them and blushed a little. "Yeah, but that still doesn't mean I need the mental images that I got from him telling me that!"

-x-x-x-

Leon let out a yelp as he was shoved up against the door of his house, then let out a whimper as he felt the leather whip he'd bought earlier that day around his neck, nearly cutting off his oxygen. "C-Cloud..."

"If you wanted me to whip you, I could have gone and bought my own," the blond whispered, then ran his tongue over the shell of the older man's ear. "This whip isn'tnearly as long as I'd like it."

The brunet groaned softly, bucking his hips back wantonly. "Cloud... I..." He yelped as the door suddenly opened and fell forward onto his hands and knees. "Shit!"

"Hmm, you shouldn't say such naughty words, Leon. It makes me just want to pull down your pants and fuck you raw," Cloud murmured, stepping inside and slamming the door shut. With a soft click, he locked the door and smirked as he found the brunet hurriedly crawling away. "Not going to stay in one place, are you? Well, I'll just have to do something about that."

Leon squeaked as, with a loud crack, the whip was lashed out and wrapped around his ankle expertly, yanking him back in one swift movement. "Ah! Cloud, wait! Before you do something too bad-"

"But you like when I'm bad," the younger man answered, pulling him closer with each tug. "Come on, Leon. I promise I won't make you bleed."

The brunet whimpered as he was dragged toward his bedroom and licked his lips, looking over his shoulder at his captor affectionately. "The last time you made that promise, I found myself tied up and fucked into the bed so hard I couldn't even lay on my back because I was so sore. Are you planning to pound me into the bed again?"

Cloud tilted his head thoughtfully and, with one sharp yank, brought the older man sliding forward and grabbed his hair. Smiling sadistically, he dragged the brunet to his feet by his hair and snapped a collar around his neck. "Maybe. It depends on how good a bitch you are. Are you going to be a good bitch, or a naughty bitch, Leon?"

"Ngh-!" Leon blushed a little as he stared back into the glowing blue eyes of his lover and swallowed loudly, then bit his bottom lip. "Nn... If... if I'm a good bitch, will you be here when I wake up?" When the blond simply glared at him, he sighed and looked away sadly. "What's the point of behaving myself if I don't get anything in return? Use your whip some other time, Cloud, I'm not in the mood anymore," he ordered softly, turning to leave the room.

The blond snarled and yanked him back by his newly acquired collar. "I didn't say you could leave."

"I didn't know I need your permission to leave my room in my house," Leon snapped, glaring at him, then slapped his hands away. "If you're just in this for the sex, find a whore. When you want something a little more than a sex toy, I'll be waiting."

Cloud growled softly, watching him leave the room and finding himself more turned on by the brunet's swaying hips as he walked away, denying him exactly what he wanted. "Damn, sentimental, teasing little..."

Leon sighed as he wandered into his kitchen and looked around, trying to ignore how hurt he felt. Cloud had never been there when he woke up; it frustrated him and made him feel more than just a little worthless. Was he really so useless that the blond only wanted him for sex? That wasn't a good feeling.

He sighed, grabbing a banana out of the fruit bowl on the table, and sighed, peeling it slowly, before sticking it in his mouth. When in doubt, eat fruit. It just so happened that that bunch of bananas was on top. He flinched as he heard a low growl and slowly turned his head, eyes wide in an 'oh shit' expression. Finding Cloud staring at him with that lust still glowing in his eyes, he winced and looked away quickly.

He pulled the banana out of his mouth and cleared his throat nervously. "Cloud?"

"Don't mind me," the blond answered, leaning in the doorway. "Just keep eating."

Leon gulped nervously and licked his lips, taking a few unconscious steps away from him. "...Could... could you stop watching me like that? You're starting to freak me out."

"If I were to promise to be here when you woke up, would you get into bed with me?"

"No," the brunet answered immediately, shoving the banana back into his mouth and completely forgetting why he'd stopped eating it as he glared at the younger man. "I don't want you to stay because you want sex. I want you to stay because you care. Of course, it's obvious that you don't, considering that every time we've had sex you're gone the next morning. I'm a masochist, Cloud, and I like how you touch me, but the hurt I feel when you're gone is unbearable. Go find someone else to sleep with. I'll find someone who'll care about me. In fact, he won't even have to cater to my masochism. As long as he cares about me, I'll be fine."

For some reason, Cloud felt as if he'd just had his heart stomped on. His hurt soon gave way to fury, however. "No. You're mine, Leon," he snapped, crossing his arms. "I don't want anyone else touching you."

"Oh, leave me alone, Cloud. You're not going to be able to scare off every potential mate I date," Leon muttered, leaning against the counter and throwing the peel of his banana into the trash. "Believe it or not, some people don't find you a force to be reckoned with."

The blond growled and looked away momentarily. 'How do I show him I care without actually telling him? I... I don't want him to leave me...'

"Whatever. I'm going out," the older man sighed, standing up straight. He let out a yelp of surprise as he suddenly found Cloud in front of him. "Holy-! Cloud, what the hell!" Cloud said nothing; he only grabbed the brunet's hips and lifted him onto the counter. Leon started to panic now. "C-Cloud, what are you-!"

Cloud kissed his neck softly, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping the older man's pants, then began running his hand up and down his cock slowly. Leon let out a soft moan-like whine and tilted his head back, biting his bottom lip. Another soft keen escaped his lips as the blond's grip suddenly tightened- almost frighteningly so- and his movements became just a little bit faster.

Grabbing the blond's shoulders quickly, he managed to gasp out, "W-what are you- ngh! What are you d-doing!"

"...I..." Cloud took a deep breath, knowing full well what it meant to say the next four words, as he'd been telling the older man opposite for months. "I'm giving you head."

Leon blushed as the blond began to lean down and grabbed his head quickly. "But-"

"Let go, Leon."

"But you said giving head was the bitch's job! I don't want you to-" Leon began, then winced as the younger man shoved against his chest, forcing him back into the wall. He hissed in pain as the back of his head hit the wall. "Ouch!"

"Sit back and shut up," Cloud ordered angrily. "I'm giving you head whether you like it or not, so just let me do it!"

Leon whimpered as the blond immediately began sucking on his cock and grabbed his hair weakly. "Ah... Cloud..." He bit his bottom lip as his face flushed and tilted his head back, a small keening noise escaping his throat.

Cloud growled hungrily and scraped his teeth over the brunet's sensitive skin lightly, making him whimper in delight and grip his hair tighter. He'd never wanted to prove anything so much in his life; he did care about Leon, he really did! He just couldn't stand waking up in the morning and seeing the bruises and cuts he'd inflicted. He liked the power he felt over the older man, but when he saw what he did with it, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

The brunet had always looked so innocent when he slept, and seeing the wounds that he'd inflicted on him, Cloud felt lower than dirt. It made him feel worse that he kept coming back. He kept returning for more power and had to wake up to see the results, and it disgusted him. If he really cared, he'd never do those things.

Leon yelped and bucked his hips slightly as he reached his climax, blushing, then looked away nervously as the blond licked his lips and looked up at him. "...Leon?" the younger man questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Will you please look at me?"

"...Sure..." he whispered, looking up at him slowly.

Cloud cupped the brunet's face in his hands and sighed, smiling a little. "Hmm, maybe that shouldn't be just the bitch's job. I like giving you head. You mewl like a kitten." When the older man blushed a little more, he chuckled softly, then immediately sobered, running a thumb over the brunet's bottom lip. "I really, really care about you, Leon. I don't want you to go to anyone else when I love you so much. Promise you won't leave me for someone else?"

"...Hmm..." Leon turned his head slowly, frowning. "...If you care so much, why are you always gone when I wake up? Are you ashamed of me?"

"I'm ashamed of what I've done to you. You look so innocent when you're asleep- so innocent- and I feel as if I've just beaten an angel. How can you stand it? How can you stand me?" the blond asked softly, frowning at him. "I've never treated you the way you should be and I'm constantly trying to get into your pants. What have I done to deserve this chance at happiness?"

Leon rolled his eyes and sighed, clicking his tongue slightly. "Tuh. You're such a drama queen, Cloud," he murmured, before leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. "I stand you and what you do to me because I like it, stupid. I like how you make me feel, the way you touch me, and the way you keep my life interesting. I want you to know that I haven't had a bad thought about myself since that first night."

Cloud smiled a little and tilted his head. "Are you saying you always thought badly about yourself before that?"

"I thought I could do better. ...About everything," the brunet admitted, blushing a little and looking away. "Restoration, I thought I could work harder and make things better than I had. Friends, I thought I could protect them better." The smile that had been on his face faded. "...I could treat them better. And then there was you and how much you hated me, I-"

The younger man frowned and put a finger to Leon's lips. "Don't. Please. I've made you suffer enough."

Leon looked up at him hesitantly, then quickly looked away. "I just-"

"Shhh..."

Cloud pulled the brunet into a warm, longing kiss, then broke it quickly and leaned his lips next to his ear. "So if I promise to be there when you wake up...?"

"Mmn," Leon groaned, wrapping his arms around the blond's neck. "I want you in me... I want you on top of me and pounding me into the bed, the table, the floor, even this counter, as long as you're fucking me..." he whispered, nuzzling his neck affectionately.

The blond grinned devilishly. "God, I love it when you talk dirty. What else do you want me to do, Leon?"

"Ngh...! In me... now..." he begged, bucking his hips up slightly. "Fuck me hard, fuck me fast, as long as you want, as long as you're in me and hitting my sweet spot...!"

"Hmm..." Cloud chuckled darkly and licked his neck softly. "You want that? You're going to have to do exactly as I say..." When the response he received was a whimper and frantic nod, he growled softly and leaned back, smirking. "I want you naked and on the bed with your tight ass up in the air, waiting and ready for me. I want your leash latched onto your collar and tied to the bed post and I want you to be on your hands and knees. I want you to be panting and I want you to be preparing yourself for my dick when I walk in." He leaned his mouth next to the brunet's ear again, smirk widening. "You have five minutes. Go."

Leon gasped softly, eyes growing wide, before he shoved the blond away and jumped to the floor, bolting for the bedroom. Cloud almost cackled. God, not that he wouldn't give the older man what he wanted, but he loved to see that spark of panic in his eyes when he thought that the blond would leave him unfulfilled. That was part of the power he had that he'd never feel sorry for.

Counting to three hundred slowly, he let out a soft sigh and started toward the bedroom, dropping his clothes as he went. As he stepped into the bedroom, he found the brunet moaning softly as he thrust three fingers in and out of his puckered entrance. Cloud groaned softly and leaned in the doorway to watch a little longer, stroking his cock slowly as his eyelids began to sag.

Leon turned his head and panted weakly as he watched him. "C-Cloud... Please..."

"Please... what?" Cloud asked in response, smirking, as he began to saunter over. "Please let you finish...? Please spank you?"

"...In me..." the brunet whispered, then groaned and closed his eyes as he continued fingering himself. "Ngh... Cloud... Cloud..."

Cloud raised an eyebrow, then growled, slapping the older man's hand away and positioning himself behind him. Leon moaned in anticipation and wiggled his hips much like a cat that was ready to pounce would. The blond grabbed the hips that dared tease him and rammed forward, causing the older man's knees to come up off of the bed slightly.

Leon gasped in surprise and gripped the blankets tightly as the blond's flesh met his own with a smack. "Cloud!"

"Hmn, you know you like it," the blond whispered, pulling almost all of the way out of him before slamming back in. "Who's your stud, Leon?"

The older man threw his head back and groaned. "You are..."

"What was that, Leon? I didn't quite hear you. Who is your stud?"

"You are!" Leon exclaimed, bucking his hips back. "You are, Cloud!"

Cloud chuckled softly and raised the brunet's hips slightly so he had a better angle. "Brace yourself, babe. I'm actually going to start now."

"What do you mean going to start now!" Leon asked quickly, turning his head to look over his shoulder.

Cloud chose not to answer and instead rammed into him harder. The brunet yelped in surprise and grabbed the sheets tighter as his body was forced forward from the impact, causing his knees to come off of the bed again, then groaned and bit the sheets hard, trying to muffle his groans and mewls of pleasure. Cloud growled in frustration and began to thrust at a different angle, hoping to find Leon's prostate.

"Oh God!"

Yup, he found it.

Leon let out a small whine as white fireworks began to burst in front of his eyes. "Mmn! Cloud! Hah... Harder... please...?"

Cloud smirked and did as he wished, pounding him into the bed roughly. That whine usually meant one thing; Leon was close to orgasm. "God, Leon, you're so tight... I could fuck you all night long..."

"Ah... Cloud, I... I..." The brunet groaned and hid his face in the sheets. "I-I'm going to-"

"I know, babe," the younger man whispered, taking his earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it lovingly. "Just come."

"Ah-!" Leon threw his head back and screamed as he reached his climax, shooting his seed all over his stomach, chest, and the sheets.

Cloud grunted as the brunet's muscles clenched around his cock and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming as his lover did as he climaxed right after. He pulled out of the older man slowly and rolled to the side, never once taking his arms from around him. "Mm... You're such a good bitch, Leon..."

Leon 'hmm'ed and shrugged slightly, turning to snuggle up to him. "That's because I like to make my stud happy."

"...Tch." The blond rolled his eyes. "Are you sucking up to me now?"

"I'm hoping you'll let me have another round, yes."

Chuckling, Cloud patted him on the head. "Alright. Give me a second to recover and I'll pound you into the bed again."

"Actually, I-" Leon stopped, blushing, and looked away from him quickly.

The blond was intrigued. "Actually, you... what?"

"I... I was wondering if... I could be on top?"

"No."

"I don't mean like that!" Leon exclaimed, hiding his face in the blond's chest. "I meant I wanted to ride you! I-! ...Don't talk to me anymore..."

Cloud tilted his head. Never once had the older man ever wanted to ride him. ...Thinking on it now, it wouldn't be so bad, watching the brunet use him as his fuck toy as he bounced in his lap. Watching his face flush that dark red and his face relax into an almost calm look as he fucked him...

"Mng, get on," the blond ordered, hard at just the thought, and grabbed the older man's hips.

Leon yelped as Cloud pulled him on top and blushed a little, then looked down at him, tilting his head in adorable confusion. "Huh?"

"God, I just want to watch you fuck me. Go."

The brunet blushed a little more and looked away quickly, nibbling on his bottom lip. "Are you sure...?"

"Please, Leon..." Cloud begged, closing his eyes tightly. "I want to be in you."

Leon sighed softly, smiling, then lowered himself onto the blond's hard cock with a soft moan. "Ooh..."

The younger man made a small squeak and gripped the sheets beneath him tightly. "God, Leon... Why do you have to be so damn cute when we're fucking...?"

The brunet groaned and began lifting himself off and impaling himself with Cloud's cock. Panting softly, he rested his hands on the blond's chest and smiled down at him. "Do you like it?"

"Hmm..." Cloud grinned and nodded. "Yeah. I like you bouncing in my lap."

"Ngh... Help me a little...?" he asked timidly, blushing again. The younger man growled and grabbed his hips, yanking him down harder, causing him to gasp softly. "Ah!"

"God, you little slut... If you ever think about leaving me again, I'll never take this leash off of you," Cloud muttered, yanking lightly on the leash attaching his lover to the bed. "Let me hear you say it, Leon."

Leon whimpered and closed his eyes tightly. "I... I won't... ever... Ah... ever... Cloud..."

The blond smiled. "That's one of the things I love about you, babe. You're rarely ever coherent when we fuck."

"...Tch..." The older man rolled his eyes in annoyance but didn't reply.

Cloud closed his eyes and groaned softly, sighing in content, then opened one eye inquisitively as he heard the brunet's familiar whine. The man on top of him bowed his head and let out a shaky sigh, curling his fingers slightly and accidentally digging his nails into the blond's chest. Judging the time it took until he finally reached his climax, the younger man reached up and pulled him into a hard kiss, dominating the brunet's mouth and jerking his erection roughly.

A muffled squeal escaped Leon's lips as the hand on his erection released him and smacked him on the ass, then whimpered softly as he reached his climax, shooting his seed up to smear against their chests. The blond growled and gave the older man's butt a firm squeeze, making him whimper in protest, then broke the kiss and gasped in relief as he finally climaxed as well. Both men fell to their sides, exhausted.

Leon snuggled up to the blond and sighed, smiling slightly. "That was fun."

"Indeed it was," Cloud whispered, running his hand up and down his lover's back. "So I guess I'll let you be on top sometimes, too."

"Hmm, giving me head and letting me be on top, all in one night?" The brunet looked up at him and grinned. "Someone's in a good mood."

"I'm in a very good mood," the younger man agreed, smirking, then glanced over to the door. "...But we're using that whip tomorrow."

"...Fine with me."

-x-x-x-

"-And that's why he's not allowed in my house for the next week!" Leon scolded, glaring at his cowboy friend.

Irvine held up his hands innocently, staring at the cuts, bruises, and burns littered across the other brunet's torso and arms. "Hey, sorry! How was I supposed to know that he's going through a 'fire' phase? I thought he was still stuck on whips!"

Leon sighed and ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head slightly. "Unfortunately, no. ...It's a shame, really. I liked whips."

"...He hasn't burned you too badly yet, has he?"

"No. They're all first degree burns so far. ...Wouldn't put it past him to work his way up, though."

"Dude, you guys are sick. Give me submissive girls any day," Irvine sighed, walking toward the bathroom and placing his hands behind his head.

"Tch, don't be such an ass. You're just jealous that I get more action than you do, even when I'm withholding," Leon answered, smirking.

"Yeah, and I don't understand that."

"...Withholding doesn't last long, considering my fetishes." Leon sighed and smiled thoughtfully. "I have to say, when he does that kidnap and rape role playing, I getreally horny."

"EW, I didn't need to know that, AAAAAGH!" This statement was soon followed by the bathroom door slamming.

Leon grinned and tilted his head. "He's just too easy."

"Mm, I could say the same about you," Cloud murmured, snaking his arms around his waist from behind.

"Holy shit! How'd you get in?" the brunet exclaimed, blushing a little.

The younger man smirked. "Climbed through your bedroom window. So, my kidnap and rape role playing makes you really horny?"

"...I suppose," he sighed, shrugging. "You've got to do it right, though. Sometimes, you're not as good as others."

Cloud frowned, then growled and threw the older man over his shoulder. "Come on, babe."

"What the- Cloud, no! I don't want to be burned again! Let go of me, you sicko!"

"Oh, I'm over using fire. My torture today includes a vibrator, hot chocolate sauce, and mint scented lube that warms on contact."

Leon struggled slightly, blushing, then gave up and sighed, knowing that when Cloud was horny, there was no deterring him. "...Fine, but... I don't want to be gagged this time."

"Don't worry, babe, you won't be," the blond answered cheerfully. "You'll be blindfolded this time!"

"What? Cloud, wait, can't we talk about this?"

"Nope!"