SC: TeXt Me has finally gotten over 90 reviews! YAY! And it hasn't even been a year yet!
Cheekon: It's a sign...
Alter Ego: GOD LOVES US!
Cheekon: ...don't go religious on me, Alter Ego
SC: Anyways...since '90 reviews' is like a big thing for me other than the whole 1-0-0 reviews since I'm still new to the whole fic thing, here's a gift for fans of all my fics!
Cheekon: YOU FORGOT TO DELETE A VAMPIRE'S LOVE, AGAIN!
SC:cowers Sorry...I've been busy...I have like four other fics, a sequel I need to think of, and more art had taken over my poor hands...
Alter Ego: Me wants cookies...
Cheekon: ... :gives Alter Ego a cookie: you owe me...
Alter Ego: RAIN!
SC: You know you just screamed the idea of one of the fics...
Alter Ego :munch:
SC: A collection of One-shots. Drabbles...I was bored when I wrote these...and my brain was dead at the moment of any ideas for the other stories...
Cheekon: ...here's the dumb info...
SC: It's not dumb! It's educational!
Cheekon: You probably can't even spell it...
SC: Uh-uh; e-d-u-c-a—
Cheekon: I said spell 'it'. Moron...
SC: Meanie...
Disclaimer:
SC: What's a disclaimer?
Cheekon: You've done this so many times you don't know what it is?
Alter Ego: Oo-Oo! I want to do the disclaimer! :raises hand like crazy:
Cheekon: Fine...
Alter Ego: SC owns everything of Square Enix! XD
Cheekon: No, Alter Ego; SC owns nothing of Square Enix. She only owns her art and computer that's as slow as her...
Alter Ego: Oh, SC owns nothing but the game!
Cheekon: A copy of the game! I can't work with this! :throws script and runs off:
Alter Ego :pouts: Then you say it!
Creator: One Who Knows Nothing, Can Understand Nothing! Err—I mean: me!
Rating: Depends on what I'm talking about. They range from Teen to Mature.
Genre: Depends on what I'm talking about. They can be Humor, Romance, or Angst.
Category: Kingdom Hearts
Type: One-shots, drabbles
Summary: People can be different as Ying and Yang. So what happens when the person you just fell over heels in love was your complete opposite?
Summary of Difference #1: LC: Having a roommate who is very different than you is harder than it looks...even if he has a closet full of leather and a pair of handcuffs...
Started: August 18, 2005
Finished: August 21, 2005
Beta-ed: August 22, 2005
Posted:
These One-shots are dedicated to Mandy, who beta-ed this and keeps nagging me about using more details (and it works!), Star Braveheart, who is my most devoted friend and reader (I'll see you at that orientation and in first period!), and to Shady, the one who :cough: blushed when I gave her a line from my lemon...XD
As Different as Ying and Yang
Difference #1: Party Animal vs. Book Worm
"Room 13...why do I have to get the unlucky number room?" mumbled the blonde with his duffle bags in his arms and a suitcase in one hand, a key in another. Today was supposed to be a day of freedom; the day when Cloud was going to the college of his choice, Traverse Town University; the day when his parents drop their kid off to their dorm.
The day when they say, "What kid?"
Releasing the breath that he didn't realize he was holding, Cloud unlocked the door and entered. Someone had already settled in the cozy two-bedded room with a mirror placed aside near the beds.
His roommate.
A very unorganized roommate at that.
One side of the room was already settled and packed. Well, sort of packed; half of the room was sprayed with clothes and magazines. An unplugged stereo was lying on a rolling chair with CDs sitting atop it. A desk that was sitting beside the unmade bed that was covered with opened bags was filled up with more magazines, textbooks, CDs, clothes, and to Cloud's dismay, laundry.
Cloud scrunched up his face.
Was he going to have a talk with his roommate about some dignity?
Cloud placed a bag on the bed. It creaked at the sudden new weight upon it.
"Hmph! This roommate better not put any of his junk on my side of the room!" said Cloud to himself as he unpacked, folding his underwear away to the dresser next to his bed. He hummed to himself as he did so, wondering where the messy roommate was.
He pictured him, as a fat boy with no manners, no respect, and that he was everything Cloud wasn't: smart, talented, neat, organized, and the most liked trait, quiet.
Walking up to the wooden wardrobe that was next to the window to place more of his garments, he opened it, astonished at what he saw.
Leather.
Leather this. Leather that. It seemed as though his roommate loved leather...
Leather pants, leather shirt, leather jacket, leather boots, and to Cloud's surprise, one pair of leather underwear.
Cloud blinked. Then his light sapphire eyes wandered lower to see something glint in the darkness. Reaching out, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
He raised an eyebrow.
Cloud began twirling the cuffs as he stared at them, amazed at what its purpose would be. Then a thought smacked him hard. He instantly dropped them like he'd been burned.
"That's just wrong..." he said softly.
Placing his other clothes in the wardrobe, he kicked the door close with his tennis shoe clad foot. He shuddered slightly at how different his roommate was.
And how kinky his roommate was as well.
To occupy him self, Cloud began putting his books away in the other desk that was smaller than his roommate's, neatly organizing them by alphabet. When he was finished, he stretched his arms up in the air, sighing.
"Nice and neat," he complimented his work. His bed was made with blue sheets, his desk didn't overflow with tons of books, his clothes were neatly folded and put away, and Cloud's side of the dorm looked much more organized then the still unknown roommate. Cloud frowned, scratching the back of his blonde spikes.
"Where is he?" said Cloud idly, sitting upright on his bed. In this position, he had a perfect view of his roommate's mess, snorting at the sight. Cloud kicked off one shoe, which landed on something soft. The blonde tilted his head to where his shoe had landed.
A magazine lay there, turned over on the floor. Curious, Cloud picked it up, moving his shoes to the end of his bed. He flipped through it, not even glancing at the cover.
And there it was...
A picture of a man taking off his clothes...
Cloud gulped.
The man had brown hair that went past his broad shoulders, flexing his arms to look as though he was taking off a white T-shirt. His gray eyes on a very handsome face seemed to be staring right through Cloud, making the blonde blush slightly.
The boxers that were tugging loosely at his hips showed more of the man's creamy skin in a suggestive way, almost making Cloud drool right on the magazine.
Oh shit.
"Thanks for invading in my private space," stated someone sarcastically in front of Cloud. Cloud looked up then looked back down to the magazine, then back.
It seemed as though the man from the magazine had popped up into reality, except the man standing in front of Cloud was wearing a black sleeveless shirt with leather pants and a very irritated look on his façade.
The blonde blinked and stared.
"Um...who are you?" asked Cloud. The man snatched the reading material out of Cloud's hands, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I should be asking you that." said the man harshly, turning around to place the magazine away from Cloud's reach. Cloud narrowed his eyes.
"You must be the messy roommate,"
"And you must be the nosy roommate,"
The brunet turned around, eyeing Cloud up and down, his annoyed look faltering to a very mocking smirk. Cloud glared at the man.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing," answered the man idly, rummaging through his stuff on his desk. Cloud crossed his arms to his chest, tapping his foot impatiently on the carpeted floor. The other man groaned.
"What?" he said impatiently, not even turning around to look at Cloud as he spoke. This infuriated Cloud; he didn't like it when people did not make eye contact when he talks to them.
It was rude.
"You haven't answered my question!"
"Neither have you..."
"I asked you first!"
"Doesn't matter. You sound like a child all of a sudden. What are you, eight?" the brunet turned around, a smug smirk curling his lips. Cloud gave the man an indignant look then averted his gaze, looking for something interesting to do other than stare and play games with his roommate with no name.
The brunet chuckled.
"I was kidding. You don't have to be such a pansy about it. The name's Leon,"
Cloud glanced at Leon slightly then looked down at the floor, hoping the pink tint on his cheekbones could not be seen.
"Cloud..." muttered the blonde. Leon chuckled to himself again.
"You're cute,"
Now, Cloud's head shot up, his mouth opened. Never in his life did Cloud ever have a male call him cute. Sure he had a couple of relationships, but all involved with girls.
When it came to homosexuals though, Cloud did not know how to react.
Leon raised an eyebrow at how Cloud just stood there with his mouth open. A thought came across Leon's mind. He approached the blonde and crashed his lips upon the other male's. Cloud gasped, his mind not making any coherent thoughts as Leon's hands roamed down to Cloud's hips, bringing him closer. Cloud groaned at the movement, allowing the other male's tongue to enter his mouth.
Not knowing what else to do, Cloud responded, letting his tongue out to play a sinful dance with Leon's. Leon was very pleased at Cloud's reaction. Without hesitation, Cloud's hands held Leon's hair tightly, hoping the contact would not break.
This was his first kiss with a man.
And he thanked God this kiss was with Leon.
A complete stranger who was the very opposite of Cloud.
Like he was Cloud's other half...
The kiss became more desperate as both men tried to hold their breath longer to satisfy both cravings. Leon's hands inched closer to Cloud's bottom...when someone smacked his hands away.
"Shit...!" breathed Leon, soothing his sore hand by rubbing them. He glared at Cloud whose face was very red.
Leon smirked and kissed Cloud's cheek before dodging another smack.
"Now I know your sexual orientation without pondering."
Cloud frowned and spun around to face his bed, flustered. How dare he? How dare he take Cloud's straightness to replace it with homosexuality? Cloud glared daggers at the wall as he heard shuffling from the other side of the room.
This was going to be very interesting...
For both Leon and Cloud.
—
For we usually need
To know someone very well
Before we can feel comfortable
With their silence...
—
Cloud heard Leon huff for the third time this afternoon as he watched Leon look for a text book he needed for his afternoon class. Cloud glanced up from his book then continued to read, a satisfied look on his face.
This was how Leon was going to pay: be late for class on the first day of college classes. Cloud's classes had already passed, the professor talking a bit about themselves and how the field of working as a pharmacist was going to be strategic.
Cloud loved the class because of its complexity.
The blonde heard Leon sigh a profanity, shaking him self from preventing to laugh aloud.
It was very amusing how the brunet rummaged through his junk, mumbling things such as, "got to get a box for some of this shit," or "what the hell is that?" or Cloud's favorite, "I need to throw some of this away..."
Finally, Cloud said something.
"Need any help?" asked Cloud, hoping to dear God that Leon would not accept his offer. Leon saw it right through Cloud's sly sapphire eyes. He smirked.
"Yeah," said Leon, picking up ten magazines at a time. "Sort these while I look for other junk to get organized,"
Cloud looked dismayed, getting up slowly to stall time. He reached to the pile of reading material, tilting his head at the cover.
There was Leon, sitting on a couch, a ribbon idly hanging off his pink lips, a seductive look in his eyes. He was completely naked, a small red towel covering his nether regions. Cloud's face reddened when he saw this. He glanced at Leon who quickly turned around, chuckling coming from his direction.
Oh, so that's how you're going to play, thought Cloud. Two can play that game.
Cloud purposely reached his hand from behind, pinching Leon's butt. The brunet let out a high yelp, smoothing his pants as he watched Cloud whistle naively. Leon narrowed his eyes.
"Getting horny as you organize my magazines, Cloud?" asked Leon, leaning against the desktop.
"You wish," scoffed the blonde, flipping through the magazines with (what he hoped was) a boring expression. Leon rolled his eyes and grabbed another magazine.
"I can't believe I'm letting you see these."
"What's wrong?" asked Cloud without stopping himself. "You look sexy."
Leon coughed slightly. He turned his head to the side to not let Cloud see the light blush covering his face.
No man had ever commented the old job he used to have. It was a bit awkward for the 18 year old.
Cloud bit his lip as he brought his head down, staring blankly at the magazine.
Oh shit...he had just called a man sexy...
A man that was sexy to begin with.
Gyah, thought Cloud, shaking his head. Stop that! This is so mortifying...
Leon was the first to speak, coughing.
"Well, I'd better be going now..."
Leon found the textbook he needed then gave Cloud a peck on the cheek. Cloud didn't do anything but give an unexpected smile to Leon.
"Have a good lesson," he said as Leon was at the door. Leon didn't look back as he left. Cloud frowned.
"I was trying to be nice..." he muttered as a hand wandered to his cheek. He smiled.
Maybe Leon wasn't that bad as a roommate.
But it was only the first week of college. Things could bet better or worse.
—
The next few weeks, Cloud had woken up to an empty room. Leon must have class early for the past weeks, thought Cloud as he got out of bed to get ready. Leon must have been very tired for he, everyday, came home after class then left as soon as possible, saying that he was going to a club. The brunet had left, wearing a white T-shirt underneath a leather vest and leather pants to match or something similar to that every night. Cloud didn't attend clubs.
Such things were not his style. So to amuse himself, Cloud began studying and writing notes for class as the clock beside him tick-tocked to 10:45 pm or later.
One day, Leon hadn't arrived when Cloud turned off the lights to go to sleep. The blonde was also surprised to not hear Leon come in the room to go to sleep. Cloud must have been a deep sleeper last night.
He pulled out a button down blue short-sleeve shirt and tan cargo pants from the dresser, sighing as he put these on and placed his bag of textbooks over his shoulder. He locked the room when he left.
Cloud began walking to the elevator when he saw someone lying facedown. Cloud froze.
It was Leon.
Cloud ran up to his body, dropping to his knees to check a pulse. He turned the brunet over to find his eyelashes fluttering over pink tinted cheekbones, his lips parted slightly. Leon's breath held a stench of alcohol.
Cloud glared.
As I thought: you stayed at the club and got drunk. Too drunk to come inside the room, you dumbass.
Leon murmured something as Cloud hauled his weight on his shoulders. Cloud rolled his eyes as he took Leon to the room, mumbling.
"Moron," Cloud muttered as he placed Leon on his bed, slapping his face lightly. "Wake up! I'm going to be late for class because of you,"
But Leon's head just lopsided with every tap on the face. Cloud narrowed his eyes.
"Fine; be that way. You're going to miss your classes too if you go out too late to clubs," and with that, Cloud ran to the elevator, checking his watch every five seconds.
He couldn't be late for the next class. Being a pharmacist was Cloud's dream. He wanted to work with medicine ever since his girlfriend had left.
His girlfriend...
Why did he have to pull himself back to such a painful memory? Why?
His head was throbbing as he entered the bustling class, dropping his bag on his desk.
"Now," started the professor. "I will explain the principles of being a pharmacist. Take notes as I talk,"
There was a rummage of paper and pens as the professor spoke. Cloud's mind was blank for a moment before he began scratching on his paper.
After the professor explained the principles, Cloud looked down to what he wrote.
"I love Leon. I love Leon. I LOVE LEON. I want him to fuck me so badly!"
Cloud grimaced as he slowly crumbled the paper. Maybe someone in his class was kind enough to lend him their notes.
—
When Cloud came back from class, Leon was wide awake on his bed and shirtless, massaging his temples.
"Damn...hangovers..."
Cloud pursed his lips.
"You shouldn't have been out so late..."
"I work, you idiot," retorted Leon, shutting his eyes tightly as he groaned. Cloud sighed heavily.
"Well, don't go out so late next time; I don't want to find your body again...I was almost late because of you."
"Actually, you made yourself almost late," snapped Leon. "It wasn't my decision to help the drunken college student. Besides..." Leon slowly got out of bed. "I got to go get some pills for these fucking hangovers."
"No,"
Leon stared at Cloud.
"Hey, I don't think you've ever experienced this bull shit so let me get my pills."
"I'll get them."
"What for? I thought you hate me since I'm such a messy roommate and as you assumed, almost made you late for class."
Don't forget the fact that you're hot made me not pay attention in class today.
"Doesn't matter; you're not in the condition to get up. Go rest."
"Fine, mother," said Leon sarcastically. Cloud rolled his eyes as he walked out to the drug store.
The drug store, Moogle Pharmacy, wasn't that far from the campus. Just a ride on the bus and Cloud was walking through the mechanical sliding doors to be welcomed by the smell of old people and medicine.
Cloud waved at the cash register with the long brown hair and round chest. During his stay at Traverse Town University (or TTU as the college students refer to it), Cloud had found out that his childhood friend began working at Moogle Pharmacy around the time Cloud arrived. Tifa, his childhood friend was taking the same classes as Cloud.
She waved back, wearing the apron of a creature with a big red nose, purple wings, and a purple thing sticking out of its head.
"Whatcha want Cloud?" she asked when Cloud came to the counter.
"I need some pills for headaches, Tifa."
Tifa blinked.
"Eh? Cloud's gone bad and got a hangover?"
Cloud narrowed his eyes.
"No. I have an annoying roommate whom I found drunk outside of our room."
He didn't tell her much of Leon whenever she asked how his roommate was.
"Uh-huh..." said Tifa indolently as she turned around to the shelf of medicine behind her. Grabbing the Advil, she placed it on the counter. "That'll be 5.60. So, what's your roommate like? You never really told me the details." said Tifa as Cloud took out his wallet.
"Messy, drunk, annoying, and bitter," answered Cloud, giving Tifa six dollars. She put the money in the register and gave him his change. She rested her head in one hand, smiling.
"Is he hot?"
Cloud didn't answer.
"I knew it!" she exclaimed. Cloud blushed slightly. Tifa giggled. "It's alright, Cloud,"
"No it's not," retorted the blonde. Tifa narrowed her eyes.
"And why not?"
"Because he's the complete opposite of me!" Cloud raised a finger. "One: he's very messy. Two: he loves leather; I even found a pair of leather underwear! And three: he's not a nice guy."
Tifa rolled her eyes.
"Opposites attract, Cloud. Remember you and Aer—!"
"Don't say her name!" hissed Cloud. Tifa frowned.
"Oh come on, Cloud! Just because Aerith broke up with you for Yuffie (Tifa ignored the shudder from her friend), doesn't mean you can dwell on her! Like my motto is," She raised herself so she was standing on top of the counter, in a pose. "'Never look back, look towards the future so you can move on!'"
"Tifa, get the fuck down!" growled someone from an office that was beside the shelf. Tifa pouted.
"Sorry, Cid; just telling a customer some advice about life!"
"Well, you had better sold something to him before that advice!"
"I did! Sheesh," Tifa lowered her voice. "I think something's stuck up Cid's arse..."
"Oh, yeah, Tifa," said a man in his late 30's with short spiky blonde hair, a toothpick sticking out of his lips, and a scowl. "Something's stuck up my ass right now."
Tifa gulped.
"I was just kidding..."
"You're fired." said Cid nonchalantly.
"WHAT?"
"I was just kidding," and Cid barked in laughter as he returned to his office. Tifa pouted.
"Damn that man."
Cloud was shaking with laughter, but when Tifa gave him a death glare, he stopped.
"Anyways," said Tifa. "Give your roommate a chance. What's his name?"
"Leon—"
"OH MY GOD! YOU'RE NOT SERIOUS?" she cried out, edging closer to Cloud's confused face.
"Why?"
"Don't you know who Leon is? He's the hottest and the sexiest dancer in the Third District Club ever!"
"Uh-huh..." mumbled Cloud.
"Yep! He works as a pole dancer at the club and he used to model!"
"Really...?"
"Yeah! You should have seen some of his pictures!"
"I already have!" blurted out Cloud. Tifa smirked.
"Had fun looking?" said Tifa slyly. Cloud narrowed his eyes, but did not hide the blush on his face. Tifa's smile widened.
"You'll be perfect with him!"
"No,"
"Oh come on, Cloud! I already said opposites attract!"
"No...I have to go now. Gotta give the bastard his pills..."
"Wait," said Tifa, grabbing Cloud's sleeve. She thrust something in Cloud's hand. "You'll probably need this, because I'm coming over to help you dress up to go to the club to see how sexy Leon could be with a pole!"
Cloud blinked and looked down.
A box of Trojan condoms was curled up in his fingers.
Cloud shot his head up, about to say something, but words never came out for Tifa gave him a fist and smiled evilly.
"You better come..." whispered Tifa before turning her attention to someone else, smiling. "How may I help you, sir?"
A man wearing a cowboy hat over a long braid of brown hair approached the counter.
"Yeah; could I have the cold medicine...my niece is sick at the moment,"
"Okay," with one last glare at her friend, Tifa quickly began looking for the cold medicine as Cloud sulked out of the store.
Tifa was going to help Cloud dress him up to impress Leon at the club; oh what joy...
The ride on the bus was very uncomfortable for him; as Cloud sat in the old torn seats of the bus, people were staring at the bulge from Cloud's shirt. Cloud only nervously smiled, hoping he would get quickly inside the dorms. When the bus stop for the campus was called, Cloud scrambled out, getting more looks from the passengers.
Get inside. Get inside. Get inside and let Leon have his way with you...NO! Get inside!
Fumbling with his key before unlocking the doorknob, Cloud rushed inside and immediately closed the door, panting. Leon, who was still in bed reading a book, looked up, frowning.
"What took you so long? My headache's gotten worse..."
"Sorry," said Cloud, abruptly stuffing the box of condoms inside the top drawer of his dresser. "My friend stalled me at the drug store. Here," Cloud tossed the bottle of Advil at Leon's outstretched hands.
"Thanks," mumbled Leon, opening the cap with ease and popping two pills in his mouth. Cloud's lip turned into a thin line.
"Don't you need water?"
"It's called your spit," replied Leon, swallowing with difficulty. Cloud saw this through slit blue eyes. He shook his head but kept quiet as his roommate edged to the end of the bed to grab a folded black shirt. The brunet slipped it on, massaging his temples again.
"So...I heard you work as a pole dancer..." began Cloud, but stopped when Leon gave him an icy glare.
"Go on," said Leon.
Cloud raised an eyebrow. Leon issued a sigh.
"Go on and make fun of me, neat-freak. Tell me I'm a whore since I like to dance on poles and use to model nude. Go on," said Leon sarcastically, now sitting on one side of the bed looking for some socks. Cloud frowned.
"Why would I do that? I don't care,"
"Right,"
"Look, since we're going to be roommates, we could like—I don't know—be friends,"
"Uh-huh," said Leon lazily as he began rummaging through the closet to pull out a leathered zipped up turtleneck with no sleeves and a pair of leather pants with zippers on the knees. "You might want to turn around; I got to get ready for work,"
Cloud turned around, docile as he heard the uncomfortable sounds of clothes being removed. He blushed slightly as an image of Leon removing his clothes entered his mind, a picture that reminded the blonde of Leon on the magazine.
After a moment or two, Leon said, "Done."
Cloud let out a long sigh, turning around to marvel at Leon's ass as the brunet began to put some eyeliner on his face. Leon looked up and saw Cloud's look through the mirror, smirking.
"Having fun looking at my ass...? You know you can pinch it like last time,"
Cloud gave Leon an indignant look before his eyes stared once more on Leon's butt.
"Alright, I'm leaving now. And oh," Leon stopped at the door. "If I come back drunk again, don't try to help me. I don't want you to be late for class."
Cloud blinked.
"Err—okay...even though I wasn't even late."
"Still,"
"Yeah, have fun at the club,"
And with that, Cloud's other half left. The blonde ran a hand through his blond spikes. Knowing Tifa, she would be here in, three...two...one...
"Cloud, it's me!"
Cloud rolled his eyes as he turned the doorknob to let Tifa in, her arms and hands full with black bags with Hot Topic written in red on them. Cloud stared.
"Tifa, what is all that?"
"Oh," she said, placing some of the bags on the floor and Cloud's bed. "I said I was going to pick something for you to wear for the club. Hot Topic is my favorite store. Their accessories are really hot." Tifa pulled out a shirt that looked carelessly cut on the bottom and sleeves. She held it out in front of Cloud, a thoughtful look on her face. She tossed it aside.
"Too punk...you're much more of a rebel."
"A what?"
"Cloud, what do you think of this shirt?" Tifa held out a black tank top with fishnet sleeves. Cloud tilted his head.
"I guess it looks...okay..."
"Good!" said Tifa, tossing him the shirt. "Try it on; I already know your shirt size, I just want to see it on you."
Cloud only shrugged as he turned around to try it on as Tifa began looking for pants to go along with the shirt.
After moments of complaining, "Too" whatever, tackling, threatening, and finally finding the perfect accessories, Tifa was helping Cloud put on some eyeliner on Cloud's eyes. When done, she took a step back to nod her head.
"Excellent,"
Cloud was wearing the tight blank fitting tank top with the fishnet sleeves that went to his knuckles, the shirt showing a little of his belly for the black pants that was tied with a white string to substitute a zipper, with the many belts and chains around the pockets clung loosely around his pelvis. He wore three black bracelets on one arm and one belted bracelet around his other wrist; and his feet were leather clad buckled boots.
"Thanks Tifa," said Cloud, running a hand through his spikes. Tifa smiled.
"No prob." she checked her watch on her wrist. "Ooh, the performance will start in like 10 minutes."
Cloud choked.
"TEN MINTUES!"
"Don't worry," said Tifa calmly, waving a hand idly. "I brought my car so if getting ready took too long, we could use my car than be late for Leon's jig." She grabbed Cloud's wrist abruptly and began leading him outside to her car.
Cloud's life had flashed in front of his eyes; Tifa was driving so fast, He had quickly held himself to prevent himself from throwing up. A rush of relief went through Cloud when Tifa said, "We're at the club."
Cloud immediately got out of the car, awing at how loud the music was heard from even outside. The club had a brilliant lighted sign, Third District blinking through the night. Loud music was vibrating through the walls as Cloud and Tifa struggled through the dancing crowd.
"Your first time in a club, huh Cloud?" said Tifa through the blaring music.
"Yeah!" shouted Cloud. Colorful lights flashed from the ceiling as the music seemed to beat faster as people began to speed their dancing. Cloud looked around.
Where was Leon?
As if in cue, the music screeched to a halt as one spotlight flashed on a woman with a long red ponytail, wearing a hot pink tube top and a black skirt walked up to the stage at the end of the building. A metal pole stood beside her.
"Well, what we've been all waiting for!" she said in the microphone in her hand. "Here's our sexiest dancer in all of Traverse Town: Leon!" The lights dimmed as a different song began to blast out of the enormous stereos beside the stage. A silhouette of someone walked out of the curtains, twirling once around the metal pole. The colorful lights came back to life to show Leon sliding slowly up on the pole, his lips partly opened.
Cloud seemed to have melted.
The music became faster as Leon's speed quickened. He shook his hips in a provocative way, his eyes slightly closed. One hand wandered down to the hem of Leon's shirt, lifting it slowly to show some creamy skin.
Oh God...
It seemed time had stopped as Leon's eyes wandered upon Cloud's face, a smirk plastered on his face.
His hands faltered around the pole, Leon got off the stage slowly, walking towards Cloud. Cloud couldn't believe it.
Was he dreaming that Leon's hands were placed upon his cheek? Was he dreaming that Leon's face was inches away from his?
Cloud hoped not.
Leaning to close the proximity, Cloud felt Leon's warm lips on his. Leon's moved in rhythm with the beat of the music, making Cloud's insides flutter. His hands roamed downwards to Leon's hips to bring him closer, moaning at the bulge that met with his.
Skillful hands went slowly down Cloud's sides, as if they wanted to rememorize every curve and inch of the 18 year old. Cloud's nose seemed to be filled with Leon's scent of human and lust.
It was very addicting...
Cloud was addicted to the brunet; he had realized this the first time his eyes laid on the picture of him. Leon was a drug that Cloud could not get over; a drug that Cloud needed to stay alive, to breathe.
Maybe life wasn't just about books and studying.
Maybe life didn't want you to feel remorse over the past...
That must be why Leon had entered his life, to take the ailing heart of Cloud's.
Fingers wrapped around tufts of brown locks, the kiss becoming more vigorous, more delicious. Tongues fought over a battle of dominance as soft moans drowned out the loud and useless music.
After several long moments—it seemed like days to Cloud—they broke apart. Leon smirked down at Cloud's face.
"Let's find somewhere more private..." he whispered as he curled his finger around Cloud's wrist, leading him and shoving him through the dancing crowd. Cloud had to dodge once or twice before being hit in the head by someone's arm, or a beer bottle. Cloud looked back to see Tifa dancing with the same guy from the pharmacy in the cowboy hat. When she met Cloud's eyes, she gave him two thumbs up.
Cloud didn't know where he was going; Leon just stared ahead until they arrived outside from the back of the club. Cloud watched as Leon led him to a red Mustang parked in the parking lot.
"Get in," said Leon calmly as he unlocked the door for Cloud. Cloud obeyed, wondering where he was being taken, but he trusted Leon.
He trusted his other half.
Starting the ignition, Leon looked ahead before giving Cloud a small peck on the lips. Cloud blushed, averting his eyes to the window. Lights passed as Leon drove. When Leon had parked in front of the dorms, Cloud knew instantly.
In silence they got out of the car, inside the dorms, riding the elevator without looking at each other, and unlocking their room.
As soon as they were inside, Leon tackled Cloud to his bed, ravishing him with kisses. Cloud obliged, allowing Leon's tongue to roam in his mouth.
AN: MWHAHAHAHAHA! The lemon in which I won't post in me if you want the lemon...I don't want to be banned for writing such smutty scenes...
It went quiet...
They both looked into their eyes, seeing if there was any guilt or shame in them.
None was found.
And they stayed like that, pondering if they should stay away, even if they had become one.
A half meeting his other half... So this was what it felt like to become whole?
To find another to depend on...to cherish them as much as you'd cherish them. To trust them to not break your heart...
Wasn't that love?
Quietly, Leon licked the remains of the pearly white substance on Cloud's, the metallic taste entering his mouth. Loosening his grip around his lover's shoulders, Cloud relaxed, his body and mind fulfilled by Leon. He purred as he felt Leon's tongue, rough yet held such love, on his abdomen. When done, Leon planted a kiss on the blonde's stomach; bringing his lips to Cloud's own swollen and red ones.
This kiss wasn't as desperate as the others—this was the very opposite, describing the after math of their lovemaking.
Sweet and caring...
Edging away from the mess they had made, Cloud came closer to Leon's warm body. A hand smoothed out some wet bangs from Cloud's eyes, caressing his cheek. The arms around Leon's waist tightened. Cloud rested his head on Leon's shoulder, contemplating.
"Leon?" said Cloud.
"Hmmm?"
"What's the leather underwear for?"
Cloud heard Leon choke slightly, a healthy shade of red covering his cheeks. Cloud chuckled, nuzzling his head closer to Leon.
"I don't mind if you wear it...but only for me."
Leon rested his head in Cloud's spikes, the smell of sex and cinnamon filling his nostrils. Then the lullaby of Cloud's soft breathing entered Leon's ear. He looked down; Cloud's lips were slightly parted, his hot breath tickling Leon's neck. Leon shook his head, his own eyes drooping.
After kissing Cloud's forehead, Leon's world went black as Cloud's thoughts were whirling unnoticed by his lover.
So Tifa was right, thought Cloud. Opposites do attract...
And I'm very much attracted to my opposite...
The End...
SC: Yes, the ending did suck...Oooo...I need pills for this headache!
Cheekon: And that blush covering your face.
SC: ...Shut up...
Alter Ego: FEEDBACK! MUST FEED ME WITH IT! AND WITH COOKIES! X3
SC: Okaaay...
Cheekon: Right...anyways...no lemon to post on but SC will gladly send you it if you email to her...
SC: Yes, and if it sucks, well, I'm only a blushing 13 year old that's turning 14 in less than a month.
Alter Ego: SEPTEMBER 25th! MARK YOUR CALENDARS! SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR SC ON HER B-DAY!
SC: SHUT UP!
Cheekon :tapes both SC's mouth and Alter Ego's mouth: There...now review you horny readers!