M Rated just in case.

Just a short drabble. C:

I was messing around a lot!

Playing around with some ideas! XD

Cookie Monster.

Squall had to admit, seeing Cloud nibbling on chocolate chip cookies was indeed mouth watering. The brunette found it fascinating, how those perfect lips would wrap around the piece he had chosen to nibble on. Squall Leonhart had to admit, staring at Cloud Strife while he ate a cookie was sickly arousing. Almost as if it were some sort of fetish that would make him want to pounce on the smaller male. Although, Cloud was older then him by three years, it was obvious that he was the more dominant of the two. Cloud could amusingly, barely keep the dominance in a kiss, never mind between the sheets. Although, Squall could admit the blond was most definitely well... endorsed below the belt.

Cloud could see the amusement coming across his lovers face in a rare show of emotion. People did indeed ponder on how these two males could work out so well, but Cloud had come to the conclusion it was because of the companiable silence that they both could share, while sparring with one another. Cloud enjoyed that aspect to their relationship... It often led to even more physical exercises afterwards. Although, their sparrings would release more then just simple tension, it was a form of sex for them as well.

Yet Squall had discovered recently, that the cause of his constant need for sexual release while sparring would occur after Cloud had eaten a cookie. Was it really just the way those lips acted on the sweet snack? Or was it the gentle nibble of teeth? Squall felt hot just thinking of it, and he had to admit, he wanted more of it. He wanted that mouth to grip onto him and nibble on his own monster.

Smirking, he stood, resolute to doing what he planned. Cloud had taken it too far in his eating of cookies in the presence of Squall Leonhart. He wouldn't allow it to happen anymore. Running a hand through his hair, Squall walked slowly over, almost sauntering as he examined the situation he felt Cloud had dragged him into. Cloud though, merely quirked a questioning blond brow at the others more noticeable presence. This had been happening alot lately, Leonhart would come over when he was eating a cookie... Then it clicked.

"Squall... By any chance do you have a food fetish? Or maybe a cookie fetish?" He questioned him, almost weary, yet almost mocking. There was the faintest trace of a smirk that the one in questioning found irresistable. Suddenly, Cloud found a leather gloved hand reaching out and gripping his wrist- the wrist that connected into a hand that held a chocolate chip cookie.

"I've a Cloud Strife fetish, the cookie is a bonus." He stated, as if it was a mere matter of fact, and Cloud should have known this answer. Yet the blond warrior merely stared at him, unsure of how to reply, but that was all the Squall wanted. Gripping the blonds wrist tightly, he tilted it so the cookie would fall from the others hand, he could see the confusion and the appaled expression crossing the trained SOLDIER's eyes just for the smallest of seconds before it was gone, hidden once again.

"Oh, really? Could have fooled me." Squall smirked, he liked the sound of challenge in the older males voice. He decided there and then, resolution forgotten that he would show exactly what he meant with the other. He would make the other man scream in sexual pleasure. Cloud could see what he was thinking, although Leonhart often showed no emotion in his eyes, the sexual lust for him was there, reflecting brilliantly, like a flame of lust. Cloud knew, it was in his eyes too. It didn't take long for their hands to roam, and lips to meet violently, exchanging saliva, and clothes to be lost.

The only thing forgotten was the cookie.