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"Denzel I'm fine."
"Well forgive me for not thinking so." He looked at Clouds midriff that was barely healed, another scar.
"I'll be up in a day or so." Cloud said and felt Denzel lie down beside him running his hand over the fighter's chest. "W-What are you doing?" he asked.
"Well where am I supposed to sleep, you've nicked my bed." Denzel said with a hint of deviousness in his voice. "Besides, I wouldn't want you getting cold."
"Sleep in mine, I've told you before..." Cloud wasn't able to finish as Denzel rolled ontop of him avoiding the injury pressing his fingers to Clouds lips.
"And I've told you before." He said. "Whatever came out when you were drunk may have been an accident but there was something behind it."
Cloud pushed his hand away feeling every part of him tense with the weight around his hips and the image of Denzel's shoulders as he leaned over him.
"Your sixteen, I'm like your father." Cloud said.
"So it's not that you don't want to."
"I-I can't."
The boy looked down at him knowing that even in his weakened form Cloud could have pushed him off by now if he would have wanted to.
"Are you saying you don't feel this?" He lent down and kissed Clouds neck biting slightly on his flesh, that was where his pressure point was.
"Denzel..."
Cloud let the sentence go; the sixteen-year-old had him there. He couldn't deny that having his lips anywhere near his skin made him want to slam the boy into a wall and keep him there until he felt satisfied.
"And this..."
Cloud closed his eyes tensing his body waiting for the inevitable touch of something sensitive arching his back when he kissed below the bandage but just above his waistband running his tongue over Clouds skin pulling down his pants a fraction, enough to show some pubic hair.
"Denzel stop... Please." Cloud pleaded and then both of them went silent as a door banged downstairs. Denzel knew he had twenty seconds to do with what he would and pushed himself back up capturing Clouds lips with his own rubbing his crotch with the hand which wasn't holding him up. Then he pulled away and went out saying.
"Goodnight Cloud." With the most innocent expression on his face hugging Tifa on the way to Clouds bedroom where he lay down and stroked himself until he orgasmed, his face buried in the smell of Clouds pillow.
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"Right, Denzel. " Tifa said hands on hips. "I'm leaving you in charge, make sure that he doesn't get out of bed."
"Will do." Denzel said with a smile that turned evil as soon as she'd closed the door. He made his way slowly upstairs relishing the thought of making Cloud squirm like he had last night.
When he got there he found that Cloud was already halfway down the hall with his arm around his midriff. He decided he would lull him into a false sense of security.
"Do you want some help downstairs?" he asked.
Cloud looked at him suspiciously. "You're not fooling me."
"Look." Denzel said summoning up every last shred of dignity he had. "I'm not going to try anything."
Cloud narrowed his eyes, still apprehensive. "I'll get down there on my own." He was surprisingly fast for an injured man and managed to walk down the stairs unaided. After that Denzel put one arm around his waist rubbing at his hip slightly slipping his middle finger beneath the blonds waistband sneakily before lowering him onto the couch.
Cloud removed Denzel's hand and turned to him.
"Let's get one thing straight, I'm not going to have sex with you. Your too young..." Before he could even start on his list of things wrong with letting his head, pelvis or any other region get close to Denzel it happened. The one thing that would keep Cloud second guessing his own limits for the next two years, the one thing that made him snap.
Denzel took Clouds hand and not touching him anywhere else but there and lifting the waistband of his tracksuit pants put it on his hot, half hard shaft. Cloud couldn't look away from his eyes keeping his hand utterly still. Denzel took his out and just left Clouds cool hand on his member, not trying to thrust into his hand or move it, just sitting. He had enough self control not to move a muscle.
"What are you trying to prove?" Cloud asked.
Denzel straddled clouds knees changing his hand position so it stayed where it was. He lent close, till their lips were millimetres apart. Cloud almost wanted him to kiss him to get the suspense over with, he closed his eyes. Denzel leaned over and whispered in his ear making his grip tighten inside the younger ones pants.
"I have enough self control to wait you out, until you can't take it anymore and you come for me."
With that Denzel got off Cloud and went outside starting up his Bike and going to a 24 club to get laid.
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The day of Denzel's 18th Birthday.
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Cloud flinched as someone's hand ghosted across his hip and traced the waistline of his boxers, the only thing he was wearing. He hadn't heard a bike. He looked at Denzel and decided to pretend it hadn't happened for the moment grasping his hand and pulling him into a brothers hug.
"Happy Birthday,"
Denzel smiled and kissed Clouds neck making him tense, his insides twisting into a tightly coiled heap in the bottom of his abdomen.
He ignored that as well, he was determined to be nice and normal to Denzel today whatever happened.
"So what's the plan, I know your partying tomorrow and the day after there's the Avalanche reunion but what's today all about?" Cloud asked.
"Family day. I'd like it if you came around later though. Maybe we could have a couple of drinks. Celebrate my turning."
Cloud hesitated for a second before agreeing. "If that's what'd make you happy."
Denzel went to walk past him but stopped on par looking into his eyes and putting one icy hand on Clouds opposite shoulder running it up his neck.
"It would, and I won't come onto you I promise."
"Then what's this? Or don't you notice when you slide your hands over my body anymore?"
The way he said it made Denzel blink. "You're like a never ending bowl of popcorn, I took one handful and now I need a lot more."
Cloud put one hand over Denzel's on his shoulder. "How much more?"
The now adult leaned forward whispering into Cloud's ear.
"First I want to tie you down, then I'll tease you by touching everything and nothing, then when you're just about screaming out for some kind of release I'll Slide my hands down to where you want them." Denzel said softly. "That much more."
Cloud let out a ragged breath closing his eyes and letting his imagination do the work.
Denzel's work was done, he walked away dragging his hand across Cloud's chest across one nipple making his gasp. He knew he had to stop the thoughts but he couldn't they just kept coming filling his head with beautiful arousing images. Granted, they weren't exactly what Denzel had said but he couldn't help it, his hands were shaking.
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"So Denz, you going to get a job?" Marlene asked.
"I was thinking maybe I could sign on with Cloud, you said yourself there always too much work." Denzel was calm controlled and a son. It was alarming how much he could change when it was only him and the blond opposite.
"I'll think about it." Cloud said and with that he signed his death warrant.
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