A/N: Woot! Guess who's starting a sequel? Yes, it's me. So even if you didn't read Hoping for Snow, this should still be quite the adventure! So enjoy. And if you want to see changes, plot twists, or if you have anything to say in regards to the story, REVIEW! Thank you!

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Hope Estheim, a man who had just turned 20 and is enjoying his finest years. Everything's in working order and coming together beautifully. He has a new self confidence, a broader horizon, and now the love of his life. Snow Villiers was everything he could want and more. He had the blonde hair, the gorgeous body, and those never ending blue eyes. They eyes he could stare into forever. The eyes that he stared into with great shock as the blonde man had asked that huge question. For marriage; to Hope.

Hope had stared at him in disbelief for so long that Snow had to wave his hand to make sure he was okay. Hope had snapped out of it and his faint smile broadened. He had leaned down and kissed Snow wholeheartedly on the lips, letting him feel his answer. He notified Hope that he received the message by pulling him in tighter so that their bodies were wedged against one another.

Hope closes his eyes and remembers that kiss. The texture of Snow's lips, the emotion that fueled it, the intense moments that had lead up to it. The ensnaring kisses, the dared times alone. Not to mention the fight Hope had put up to be with him. Getting his mind free of Serah's game was a task in itself.

Hope's expression clouds over at the mere thought of her. She ruined everything, as she always does. Damn, it should be a fucking talent to ruin lives. But if it were, she'd be the best at it. He takes a deep breath, the sheet laid over him rising and falling as he does. He chose me over her…right? Another scowl surfaces on his face. Or not.

Hope closes his eyes to relive the day after the engagement.

He'd woken up next to the broad figure he could rightfully call his fiancée. His gentle lips were slightly open to allow the passage of air. Hope slipped on an impish smile and moved his body closer to the larger man's. He slid his hands under the covers, flat against the taut tanned skin. Over the plain of his side and then to his lower back, fingers dancing. He felt the light hair under his fingertips stand on end.

"Hope…" Snow whispers, brows furrowing. Hope smiles.

"Does this tickle?"

"Only… a lot." Snow eases into a genuine smile and angles his face to better kiss Hope. The fairer boy nudges closer and captures the blonde man's soft lips in a deep kiss. Snow is no longer surprised by the risks Hope is willing to take, in fact it makes him yearn for the younger boy all the more. Snow moves on top of Hope and runs his hand along the side of him. Hope's eyes open as he realizes what's about to go down. He's still sore from last night's…adventure. He pulls away.

"We should get ready." Hope says calmly. Snow catches the hint and smiles apologetically. He doesn't get up until Hope gives him another lengthy kiss. Snow hopped out of bed and grabbed some clothes. Hope mimicked the larger man, still heady from the night before.

The day seemed to slug by after that, Snow had to meet Gadot in Nautilus for drinks. Hope was left alone at the Inn until 7. Once Snow walked through the archway to the bar area, Hope ran to him. Not caring who would see. Snow accepted him with open arms and unabashedly delved into a kiss. That night they both retreated to Snow's room. Hope had moved all of his possessions in. They just laid on their bed, simply enjoying each other's presence. It seemed so surreal at the time.

Now all Hope can think about is wanting it to be his reality again…

For all the love, time, and effort he had put in to getting him. All the sleepless nights and racing thoughts. Anyone would think that they were in love, which they are. Their friends accepted it. Everything was finally falling into place. After all the tragedy in his life, he'd found his hero.

Hope opens his eyes as the man beside him moves; wrapping his arms around Hope's slim waist and mumbling incoherently. It was obvious that mornings weren't his thing. Hope looks down at his bare chest, as if to see a dark hole in place of his heart. He can feel his nakedness under the covers. He can also feel the nakedness of the man next to him. The sun shines bright through the translucent curtains as another day dawns, leaving nothing clearer.

Maybe this was a misunderstanding? Hope mulls this over for a minute before he feels a hot tear roll down his cheek. Or maybe it wasn't. All he can think about is Snow. His charm, his flare, his masculinity. Everything about him…so perfect. What does it take to screw and distort perfection? Does he even want to know the answer? Or did he already find it?

All that's certain in Hope's mind is that he loves Snow.

Always has.

Always will.

He opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling.

Then why did he just wake up next to Yuj?

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End A/N: There you go. So yeah, tell me what you think. Is it worth continuing?