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Leon stalked through the Bailey, Lionheart in hand, following the path of a particularly nasty Heartless. He was almost positive that it was a Behemoth, though what such a large Heartless was doing in Radiant Garden, he had no idea. The creature had busted a hole in Merlin's house, startling the the gunblader out of a sound nap at the table. The creature did not seem to have any interest in anything inside of Merlin's house, for as soon as it shook the debris from its horns, it took off toward the Bailey at a run. Cursing, Leon dove for his weapon and sprinted after the beach, which was remarkably fast despite its size.

 

 

He caught sight of the beast making its way to the Crystal Fissure and he cast a Firaga spell at it. The Behemoth roared and sprinted down the path with renewed vigour. A look of irritation passed across Leon's face. His spell had only clipped the beast's hindquarters, instead of its core or face. Hefting Lionheart over his shoulder, he jogged after it.

 

 

The wind whistled through the path that led to the fissure, almost egging Leon on; either that or mocking him, he couldn't tell. He heard his target roar once, then nothing. He hoped that none of the townsfolk had come across the beast. He was fairly positive that he'd made it very clear to the citizens of Radiant Garden that the Ravine and the Crystal Fissure were still extremely dangerous places and should not be ventured into. He could only assume that they'd taken his words seriously.

 

 

As Leon approached the end of the Ravine, he saw why the creature had roared. One Cloud Strife was standing in the midst of the rapidly dissipating creature. Not a single spike was out of place, no beads of sweat on his pale skin. His faithful buster sword was held in front of him yet, the only indication that Cloud had indeed slain the Behemoth and it did not spontaneously combust.

 

 

"Chased it to me because you couldn't handle it?" the ex-SOLDIER asked, a smirk on his lips. Leon only scoffed, turning around and walking away.

 

 

It could have been anyone else. Yuffie, Cid, Tifa. Hell, it could have been Scrooge. The former SeeD would have preferred anyone but Cloud. Cloud Strife, his sparring partner, the only one in all of the remaining worlds in the universe he'd ever allowed to get near him. They'd sparred with weapons and fists, they'd wrestled, they'd brooded. The man was his equal in every way, and he was the most comfortable around him than anyone else he knew. It was for this exact reason why Leon had been avoiding Cloud for the better part of two weeks.

 

 

"You know, I bet Cloud's a screamer," Yuffie mentioned one night over some drinks. Aerith had gasped and scolded her, flushing pinker than her ribbon. Tifa giggled politely as Cid swore loudly, declaring that he didn't care to know about anything that went on below Cloud's belt. Leon examined the hand of cards he held and sipped his drink, musing to himself over the point the ninja had brought up, The blond warrior was tied neck in neck with Leon for the position of Quietest, Broodiest Person around, He supposed that it would only make sense that Cloud would be loud in bed. He brought his drink to his lips, pausing there. He himself wasn't noisy. His last lover had gotten angry with him several times, claiming that the brunette was too quiet in bed. This had been many years ago, though he truly doubted anything had changed. He and Cloud were alike in many ways -- were they different in this one?

 

 

That night proved to be a catalyst for a series of dreams that completely disarmed the gunblader. He dreamed of making the lithe blond scream, of listening to his soft whispers, of hearing him speak his name on a level that was nearly inaudible and yet almost broke his eardrums. Leon had been righteously embarrassed at first, not exactly thrilled with these thoughts. But as the nights wore on and the dreams kept up, he eventually gave in. Perhaps, subconsciously, he wanted Cloud. The thought of being with another man was not what bothered him. It was more that this man was Cloud Strife. A relationship between them would surely end in absolute chaos, and possibly the destruction of things around them.

 

 

Maybe he was a sick bastard, but he kind of wanted to find out.

 

 

Leon even preferred sex first - he really wanted to see if Cloud was indeed a screamer. He, Leon, was naturally curious, though he had his own abstract methods of satiating that curiosity. He was blunt in an almost childish way, though something about Cloud had him curbing his straightforward ways.

 

 

Cloud wouldn't go for any of it, Leon knew. The man sailed through life with the smallest possible amount of very short strings to tie him down. Any kind of relationship that went passed tolerating the women and grunting at the men was strictly off limits in Cloud's book. Everything he was in, he was in for himself and that was the end of it.

 

 

So Leon's curiosity was left in the grey flurry of the unknown. This wouldn't be a problem, but it also left that writing pit in his groin in the same boat as his curiosity. This infuriated him to no end, but he chalked that up to being a man still capable of an erection and went on with his life, as warriors do. He soon found that "moving on" was easier said than done when you shared a house with the one you were trying to leave behind. Leon's fight or flight mechanism kicked in and he chose neither. He chose avoidance. 

 

 

Cloud noticed.

 

 

All of this flashed back in Leon's mind in the five seconds it took him to turn around and take three steps.

 

 

"You're welcome," Cloud said pointedly, following Leon. The brunette scowled, his gaze not leaving the path ahead.

 

 

"You were only in the right place at the right time. No need to gloat," he grunted. 

 

 

"Not at all," the blond said smoothly. He fell into stride beside Leon, his buster sword strapped to his back once more. Leon set his jaw, mildly agitated, as Cloud stared at him from beneath his lashes, a smirk on his lips. Leon clenched his hand into a fist.

"If you've got a staring problem, I can fix it for you," he growled. Cloud's smirk widened.

 

 

"No problem," he said mildly. "Your face is just interesting, currently."

 

 

"Really," Leon ground slowly. He tipped his head just slightly to fix Cloud with a glare that would have made Shiva proud. Cloud nodded once, innocently.

 

 

"It's entertaining to see the faces you're making as you try to figure out whether to run or stay," he mused.

 

 

"You should probably elaborate before I hurt you," Leon growled. 

 

 

"You've been avoiding me like the plague, Leonhart. And now, faced with my presence, you don't have a clue how to react to me, and your face is showing it," he said simply. Leon kept his face impassive, or what he hoped looked impassive.

 

 

"Just because we've both been busy lately does not mean I've been avoiding you, Cloud," the brunette said evenly. Cloud's previous confident bravado vanished as he glared at Leon.

 

 

"I'm the only person on this Jenova cursed world that gives half a damn about you, and you HAVE been avoiding me," he said tersely. He stopped abruptly, and it was only then that Leon noticed that they'd arrived at their home, which ha been built further away from the prying eyes and nosy habits of their friends. Leon turned to look at Cloud, who had crossed his arms and remained vigilant in his death-glare at him. With the irritated sigh that a parent might express to an ornery child, Leon roughly opened the door to the house and pointed.

 

 

"Get inside." Cloud must have sensed promise in his friend's voice, for he set his jaw and marched inside. Leon followed after him, slamming the door shut behind him. Light from the setting sun filtered in through the kitchen window, casting orange across the main floor and illuminating the two men within. Cloud had crossed his arms again, staring Leon down with skill that could beat a tonberry in a contest.

 

 

"You have me here, Leonhart. I want an answer as to why the only sane person in this fucking town is ignoring me," he said with a growl. Leon crossed his arms, glaring at him.

 

 

"You're not going to like it," he said.

 

 

"I think I can handle it."

 

 

"It might crush your mind."

 

 

"Don't patronize me, Squall."

 

 

"So stop poking around, chocoboy."

 

 

"Gaia damn it all, you sonofabitch, just tell me!" Cloud said, raising his voice just a hair.

 

 

"You're right, Laguna is kind of a bitch... he's a real idiot," Leon mused, purposely avoiding Cloud's demands. He couldn't, however, avoid Cloud lunging at him, pinning him to the wall. The blond's forearm was pressed under his chin, and his other fist was held against Leon's gut.

 

 

"Here's the deal, Leonhart. You tell me what flavour stick you have shoved up that tightwad ass of yours-"

 

 

"So you think my ass is tight?" Leon asked.

 

 

"Cracking already?" Cloud's face was very close to Leon's. "Now, be a good little lion and-"

 

 

"Do you scream in bed?"

 

 

Cloud opened his mouth, still glaring, then snapped it shut when Leon's words sunk in. He furrowed his brow, a look of utmost confusion on his face. He took a step back, tilted his head to the side. He blinked several times.

 

 

"You look like a fool, you know," Leon said flatly. "Were you expecting something else?"

 

 

"Well, yes, 'Sorry Cloud, I slept with Tifa!', or maybe, 'I'm opening a strip joint with Reno!', or even, 'I'm giving up fighting and meat to become a vegan motivational speaker for troubled suburban youths'. But a question about my sexual habits was probably the last thing I expected, yes," Cloud said, his voice bordering the fine line between confusion and complete shitstorm. Leon shrugged.

 

 

"Yuffie brought it up one day, and I got curious," he said simply. Cloud crossed his arms. 

 

 

"Asking me when I'm drunk would have been easier; I probably would have answered."

 

 

"You never drink. You bitch about the alcohol and the mako and make an excuse to leave the bar," Leon said flippantly. Cloud ignored his comment and charged on.

 

 

"So why are you avoiding me? That one little question surely couldn't have been enough to derail the great Squall Leonhart and make his best friend - and don't look at me like that, you know it's true - wonder why he hates him all of a sudden." His tone had begon sounding full of conviction, but by the end there was a genuine concern and curiosity there, along with a bit of hurt. Leon had been an idiot. Despite his outward actions, Cloud valued and cared for his friends very deeply. He would always want them to come to him, especially if there were any questions pertaining to the blond himself. Leon sighed.

 

 

"I apologize for not confronting you, Cloud. It was wrong of me, and you deserve better than that." He sighed again, folded his arms across his chest. "I don't hate you. That comment of Yuffie's made me curious. I... dreamed of you." He looked past Cloud, unable to meet his gaze, which was one of shock. "They were the kinds of dreams that one does not have about his friend. Rather than bringing the matter to you, I avoided you." Leon finished his tale and settled his glare on the floorboards. There was a long silence between the two men. With a grunt, Leon walked past Cloud and began ascending the stairs. Cloud let him go, listening to the other man's heavy booted footfalls. When Leon was not even halfway up the stairs, Cloud spun around. 

 

 

"Wait a Godsdamned minute, Leonhart," he called. "You can't just vomit all that up on me and then walk away." The brunette looked back over his shoulder. 

 

 

"Why not?" he asked gruffly. Cloud gazed at him, incredulous.

 

 

"What do you mean, 'why not'? Are you completely dead inside, man? Nothing is resolved. You'll go to bed and continue your raunchy dreams about me, and I'll feel like someone's walking over my grave every time you get in the shower."

 

 

Leon had the decency to appear mildly embarrassed. He remained where he was, his back to Cloud. He clenched and unclenched his fist. 

 

 

"What do you want from me?" he asked quietly. Cloud stared at the back of Leon's head, considering his friend's question. For what felt like hours, he stared into the fall of Leon's chocolate hair, wondering.

 

 

"I don't know," he admitted. His voice was not shamed for filled with any other emotion, except for curiosity.

 

 

"Then we're at an impasse," the brunette said. Before Cloud could get another word out, Leon walked back up the stairs. The sound of a bedroom door shutting made Cloud wince. He sighed in frustration, running a hand through his blond spikes. It seemed as though his friend had finally lost his mind.

 

 

--

 

 

Leon lay back on his bed, his head pillowed on his hands. He reflected on his encounter with Cloud. Things couldn't have gone worse. He would have preferred a fist fight, would have preferred Cloud declaring his fiery anger and packing his things. A half-calm understanding was not what he was prepared to handle. He was supposed to be able to handle the unexpected; that's what his training had taught him. He couldn't believe that one pretty blond face and a silly, drunken question had been enough to make him forget all about his careful training. 

 

 

He closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He was trying to enter a meditative state; he never achieved it, because his bedroom door opened. His forcibly kept his eyes shut. He didn't have to open them to know who it was. Cloud's footsteps brought him closer to Leon, and then the bed depressed by his thighs. Through the exertion of much willpower, Leon opened his cobalt eyes. Cloud was leaning over him, his mako-blue eyes nearly glowing. The former SeeD kept his face carefully impassive, his eyes portraying defiance at the man above him. 

 

 

"Do you want an answer?" Clous asked. The ex-SOLDIER hovered above Leon, their bodies just barely not touching. His hands rested beside his thighs, and were very still. He didn't fidget, didn't squirm. He kept eye contact with Leon, nearly staring him down. "Do you want an answer?" he repeated.

 

 

Leon let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and nodded.

 

 

"I assume you've got lube?" Cloud asked nonchalantly. Leon made a noise akin to a mule being strangled, though he quickly silenced himself. Cloud raised his eyebrows, questioning. 

 

 

"Bottom drawer, next to the ammo," Leon answered, cursing his voice for stammering. Cloud leaned toward the nightstand, smirking. 

 

 

 

"Submissive, but dangerous," he mused. The brunette's eyes widened and he glared at his would-be lover.

 

 

"The fuck do you mean, submissive?" he growled. Cloud straightened, the plastic bottle in his hand. He eyes fluttered shut and he shrugged.

 

 

"You keep your lube in the bottom drawer. You also keep several rounds of ammunition there. Your favourite things are kept on the bottom." The blond opened his vibrant blue eyes and fixed Leon with a remarkably blank stare. "You like to put up a fight, only to be dominated in the end." Leon stared at Cloud expectantly, almost amused.

 

 

"For all your worldly wisdom, you couldn't be more wrong," he said. Cloud shifted - his placed his hands on either side of Leon's chest and bent down. 

 

 

"Prove it," he whispered, his voice holding a dangerous, yet inviting, edge. 

 

 

With upper body strength earned by years of intense training, Leon surged up and crushed his lips against Cloud's. The kiss was not gentle. It was not the soft first kiss of lovers, nor did it have the kind of passion of a couple. It held a passion all its own. Fiery, needly, vulgar, intense. It was everything one would expect from a kiss born without love. 

 

 

Cloud gripped at the collar of Leon's plain white shirt, dragging him further up. The brunette, sensing what Cloud was trying to do, furrowed his brow. Just as the ex-SOLDIER tensed to crawl on top of Leon, the latter pushed forward and roughly pressed Cloud into the bed. He descended upon the blond's lips once more, biting at them none-too-gently. Cloud growled low in his throat, arching into the man above him and clawing at his sides. 

 

 

Leon made quick work of Cloud's shirt, tossing it behind him. There was nothing gentle or tender about the way Leon suctioned his lips to Cloud's neck. Teeth found the remarkably soft skin there and bit down. Below him, Cloud's vocal whords echoed as he inhaled sharply. Leon grinned against the blond's neck and allowed his hands to roam over every exposed inch of Cloud's body.

 

 

As Leon's mouth began its descent of Cloud's neck and chest, Cloud worked Leon's shirt up and, very deftly, unhooked his belts and slid the zipper down. The blond's hands, which were slight and surprisingly soft, slipped past the waistband of his trousers and beneath the elastic band of his boxers. The former SeeD exhaled the slightest breath as Cloud wrapped his hand around his very stiff cock. He gripped it hard, and Leon responded with a particularly sharp bite at Cloud's nipple.

 

 

"Ahh!" It was a throaty whisper that rumbled out of Cloud's mouth, his eyelids fluttering. Leon paused in his ministrations, bringing his head up to look directly at Cloud. The blond opened his nearly flowing blue eyes and stared into Leon's cobalt ones. There had always been a fire burning bright in the gunblader's eyes, but now, there was a veritable inferno there. They were ablaze and clouded with lust all at once. There was also a victorious glint there, and Cloud wasn't going to let that particular spark stay there.

 

 

He quickly withdrew his hand from Leon's trousers and flipped them. They now rested perpendicular on the bed. Cloud slid his hands beneath the brunette's shoulders and hauled him up to a sitting position. He pulled Leon's shirt off of him, which tousled his long brown hair. Cloud did not show Leon's chest the attention that he'd received only moments ago. Instead, he shoved the brunette down roughly and scooted down, using his thighs to help pull down Leon's leather trousers. He stood and removed them, letting them fall to the floor, then kicked them under the bed.

 

 

Cloud stood before Leon, smirking, and began to undo his own pants. He hooked his thumbs in them and worked them over his hips, down his legs. Leon narrowed his eyes at the blond, not ready to relinquish control just yet. Just as Cloud exposed his erection, the brunette clamped his legs around his lover's waist, preventing his clothing from falling any further. He wrapped his calves around Cloud's rear and drew the surprised blond flush against him. Their groins collided and it was like a sun had exploded between them. Neither had been expecting the heat. Leon stared up at the ceiling, a gasp having died halfway through the journey out of his throat. He could feel a tremour starting in his stomach and he fought to control it. He managed to pry his cobalt eyes away from the ceiling, which had grown immeasurably interesting where it had once been boring, to glance at Cloud. And it seemed that his hearing then returned to him (though he hadn't known it had deserted him).

 

 

Cloud's head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. He'd captured his lower lip with his teeth, and a lot moan tore itself from his throat. His hands, which rested on the crook of Leon's knees, trembled.

 

 

Leon smirked. In all the years that he'd known Cloud, he'd never known anything to cause the warrior to lose his composure. And here all it took was a little heat. He pulled Cloud down on top of him, and the blond fell with all the grace of a marauding Gremlin onto Leon's chest. He glared down at the brunette and tried to life himself off without nailing Leon in the groin. Before he could squirm away, however, Leon flipped them once more so that he pinned Cloud beneath him. Without letting the blond regain his senses to protest the position, he felt two slick fingers at his entrance. Eyes flaring, he glared up at Leon, his lip curling in an almost-snarl. The brunette blinked innocently at him, then thrust his fingers into Cloud.

 

 

The blond hissed, thinking that Leon was a sneaky, quick little bastard. His body involuntarily pressed downward, however, aching to feel more of those long, tang fingers. Leon wriggled them within Cloud, stretching him slowly and carefully. While he was sure the blong was enjoying their game of fighting for dominance, he had to wish to injure his partner. Leon scissored his fingers within Cloud, nipping sharply at his neck whenever the ex-SOLDIER got it into his head to struggle. The blond didn't make much of an effort to do so, however - Leon was far too skilled with those fingers for any protest. It wasn't long before Cloud was panting in the gunblader's ears, his hand having wandered up to tangle in Leon's long brown hair. He felt Leon grin against his neck, and he gave his hair a sharp tug. 

 

 

With a growl, the brunette twisted his fingers inside of Cloud. The lithe blond's prostate was then assaulted by Leon. He groaned low in his throat, willing his body to stop thrashing wildly under Leon's expert ministrations. However, to gain control over his body meant he would have to relinquish his dominance over his vocal chords. A breathy, loud moan spilled from his lips, right into Leon's ear. His entire body convulsed in shudders even as he bucked his hips up into Leon's.

 

 

Leon pushed the side of his head against Cloud's, a rough sort of nuzzle that drew out the blond's moan. For a moment, they lay entwined in a passionate embrace. For a moment, they were not fierce friends fighting for dominance in a fierce affair, but were tender lovers on an afternoon rendezvous. For a moment, they had been together for a long while and they had loved each other for a thousand years or more. 

 

 

And then Leon tried to enter Cloud.

 

 

The blond's eyes flashed open and he half-snarled at Leon. Quicker than a Heartless can melt into the shadows, Cloud had them flipped again and was straddling the brunette. Glaring defiantly at Leon, Cloud grabbed the gunblader's iron hard shaft and swiftly impaled himself. A fire the likes of which Leon had never known spilled over him, starting at his groin and flowing over his entire body. Great self control prevented him from thrusting up into Cloud like a man possessed. He forced his eyes to stop staring at the ceiling again and look at Cloud. 

 

 

Pale hands, which were so soft, rested behind him the gunblader's thighs. His back was arched, his head thrown back. The creamy smoothness of his neck was bared to Leon, almost beckoning him to lick and taste, to claim. And then Cloud brought one of his hands up, letting long fingers ghost across his own chest, across his heart.

 

 

Leon swallowed, his mouth suddenly running dry. His hands, so dark in comparison to Cloud's, rose to move up Cloud's legs. He started just above the knees and worked his way up, pressing his thumbs into the hollows of Cloud's hip bones. This brought the ex-SOLDIER back down from whatever planet he was on. The blond rolled his head down to look at Leon, his gaze heavily lidded and drowsy looking. The brunette's breath caught in his throat as Cloud leaned down and kissed him. This was different from their first kiss; it wasn't raunchy or dirty. It was slow, lazy, and deliberate. Almost drunk. Leon kissed him back, working his tongue into his mouth. As lazy a kiss as it was, it was vulgar. Cloud moaned loudly as Leon's tongue massaged his. Lost in the moment, the brunette's hands came up and tangled in Cloud's soft blond hair. 

 

 

Cloud gasped pleasantly and whimpered, almost inaudibly, before pulling back and pursing his lips, though no irritation reached his eyes. Only a silent challenge, the proposal of a sexual contest.

 

 

And if there was one thing Squall Leonhart never did, it was back down.

 

 

Lifting Cloud in his strong arms, he dropped the ex-SOLDIER back down onto his shaft roughly. Bolts of pleasure ricocheted throughout his body, and he knew Cloud felt it too. Cloud bit his lip and moaned, attempting to stifle it. Leon grinned and once again impaled Cloud, thrusting up into him. Cloud closed his eyes, biting his lip harder to keep himself quiet. The brunette gave little rolls of his hips, searching once more for that magical bundle of nerves deep within his lover.

 

 

Growling, Cloud grabbed each of Leon's hands and pinned them above his head, silently wishing for a pair of handcuffs. Leon struggled only minimally, only because he was supposed to. Holding onto Leon's wrists, suspended above the SeeD's face, Cloud lifted himself and dropped back down, rolling his hips as he descended. Leon gave a grunt, exhaled loudly, and glared up at Cloud. When Cloud rose up again, Leon was prepared to meet him. The brunette thrust upward into Cloud and struck gold.

 

 

Cloud's entire body arched so suddenly that he let go of Leon's wrists. The gunblader's hands went to Cloud's waist, unsure of what might happen. Then Cloud screamed. It wasn't piercing or high pitched, and it was unlike anything Leon had ever heard before. And he loved it. Leon moaned loudly, though his passionate cry was overrun by Cloud's dying scream.

 

 

Leon watched as Cloud's skin twitched, watched his hands clench and release at his sides. When Cloud finally drifted down from wherever he was, he looked Leon in the eye, a strangely unreadable expression on his face.

 

 

"Happy yet?"  he asked, his voice carefully guarded. Leon's grip on Cloud's waist tightened instinctively. The blond shook his head. "No, we're going to finish what we started, Leonhart." Without standing on ceremony, Cloud lifted himself back up and slammed down again. He pinned Leon's hands above his head once more and kissed him forcefully, the complete opposite of the kiss Cloud had pressed into him just moments ago. The blond's lips were angry and aggressive once more. Leon growled, a low rumble in his throat, and he bit down hard on Cloud's lips. The ex-SOLDIER set a grueling pace, impaling himself over and over again. Leon met him thrust for thrust, using powerful abdominal muscles to propel him upward. 

 

 

Leon was not content to just lie there, however. Breaking Cloud's grip on his wrists, the brunette sat forward with a grunt.

 

 

"Wha-" Cloud started, nearly falling backward but for Leon's strong arms. He pulled Cloud to a kneeling position and, gripping his hips, drove him back down. He allowed Cloud to set the pace, which became furious once more, while he made a grab at the blond's weeping cock. Cloud cried out and threw his head back, groaning loudly at the contact. As Cloud bobbed up and down, his cock passed through Leon's hand. The brunette applied as much pressure to Cloud's prick as he would to his own. 

 

 

For several moments they went on like this, and Cloud's groans and cries were growing louder and louder. Finally, his downward thrusts became erratic and shallow. He screamed again, a garbled curse that fell from his lips like water over a cliff, and his seed shot from his body like gunfire, splashing across Leon's hand and chest. He pressed his forehead onto Leon's shoulder, his still thrusting hips bearing down on Leon's cock.

 

 

With a frustrated growl, Leon picked Cloud up and walked straight across the room, slamming the lithe blond against a wall. He began thrusting roughly into him, his large hands spreading Cloud's cheeks easily. Snarling, the ex-SOLDIER grabbed a fistful of chocolaty hair and tugged, forcing Leon's head back. Leon hissed, but his protests were cut off by a sharp kiss from Cloud. The blond nipped at his lips with no gentleness and twisted his fingers in Leon's hair painfully. Moments later, Leon found his release and grabbed it in an iron grip. Short, deep thrusts carried his fluid into Cloud's body. He moaned quietly into Cloud's mouth, the sound almost completely swallowed by the blond's hunger. 

 

 

Leon slumped against Cloud, completely satisfied. He released his hold on Cloud, and the blond touched back down on the floor, willing his legs not to shake. Without speaking a word, he moved past Leon, collected his clothes, and left the room silently.

 

 

In minutes, Leon heard the hiss of water being pushed through the pipes that ran beneath the floorboards. Rolling his shoulders, his brow furrowed subconsciously, he walked into his own bathroom and washed what remained of Cloud's release off of his hand. He leaned over the sink, staring into the white porcelain. For several moments, he stared into his sink as if it help the secrets of the universe. He snorted. If only his sink could give him the answers to the questions he hadn't yet asked himself! Shaking his head, he made his way back to his bed. He reclined back, propping himself up on his pillows. 

 

Leon found himself restless, however. He couldn't sit still, he couldn't get comfortable. He flipped onto his stomach, both of his sides. He tried lying in the opposite direction. Finally, frustrated and grouchy, he hauled himself out of bed and left his room.

 

--

 

He could see Cloud's shape through the opaque glass door of the shower stall. He was facing away from the spray, washing shampoo from his hair. Without any preamble, he pulled open the door.

 

 

Cloud didn't turn around immediately; he finished washing the soap from his hair and then rubbed his eyes. He turned slowly, purposefully, because he had been expecting Leon to be there. And Leon knew it. Cloud smirked and reached out, taking Leon's once-more hard cock into his hand and guiding him into the shower. Leon shut the door to the stall and slammed Cloud against the slick wall. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

​Part one of three.