This was inspired by Dreams of a Dark Warrior by Kresley Cole. (A book so amazing, you would never believe I bought it at the grocery store)
The funny part is that the only inspiration I got from it came from one word: "shaft". Lolz will ensue.
Cloud gazed hungrily at his companion's body, raking his eyes over his strong chest and tight ass he always secretly stared at when the brunette took charge and led him through the hallways on their rounds. Being student council vice-president wasn't as bad as he once thought. The president was very appealing to his eyes, and it pleased him that only he got to see the teen this way. They were paired up for the trip to ShinRa, a nuclear power company that also ran the program SOLDIER, an elite force of warriors that were rumored to be radioactive. Their hotel room only had one bed, and he was still waiting to see if Leonhart would protest him sleeping in the same bed as him. The thought of sharing a bed with the president arose another problem: in the form of his eagerly swelling shaft. If Leonhart discovered Cloud's secret physical (obsession with) attraction to him, he could lose any chance he would ever have of getting close to the young man.
Leonhart didn't act as young as he was, only seventeen (which had infuriated Cloud to no end that he was elected president over his eighteen-year-old self, at least until he started recognizing the qualities in the male he particularly liked…) but mature. Smooth, stoic, somewhat broody, but held himself with confidence and pride, like a young lion.
Cloud let out a shaky sigh on accident, causing the stormy-grey eyes of the teen to turn on him with the intensity Cloud eagerly returned. Leonhart was sizing him up, like a piece of prey or a rival Cloud did not know, nor did he care. But the way the male stared at him, looking up and down his muscular body, Cloud fantasized that the teen desired him as much as he desired Leonhart.
Suddenly, Leonhart's gruff, manly voice spoke. "You should hurry and take your shower, too."
Strife nodded and slowly began to strip. Squall's jaw slackened at the sight of the body that was revealed to him inch by inch. A lean, flat stomach, toned abs, bright pink nipples… breathtakingly pale milk-white skin that was covered with several scars that made Squall's brows draw together in sympathy. He knew what it was like to be flawed. A calloused finger ran over the thin line that crossed the bridge of his nose. His face would never lose the scar of that loss, it was an eternal mark, a memory he had to live with for the rest of his life. He watched the blonde turn around, revealing his back with one deep wound on one shoulder. Squall frowned at this. He hated seeing that marking, the one that reminded him of just how tragic Strife's life had been up until this point.
"Enjoying the view, Leonhart? Or are you disgusted by the scars? Either way, you're staring," the voice was quiet, but with a slight hint of amusement at catching Squall in the act. "You're blushing, too. Cute."
"Blushing…?" he frowned, but did not deny the accusation. Another thing had struck him from the blond man's statement. "Cute? I am not cute."
"Okay. Whatever you say, Leonhart. You're the boss, hm, Mr. President?"
This was unprofessional, for him to be staring at his vice-president while he was undressing. But he admitted to himself that if this man told him to leave his position as class president to be with him, he would give it up in a heartbeat. "Hurry up and get into the shower, Strife. We have work to do and we don't have all night."
"You can call me Cloud, you know."
Squall froze, extremely intrigued by the suggestion of losing all formalities with the blonde. "I'm not sure I should."
"You call me Cloud, and I'll call you Squall."
"I really do prefer Leonhart," he corrected. 'Why am I encouraging this?'
"Leonhart…" the way he said it sounded dirty and improper, like calling to beckon a lover. Squall took the bait willingly.
He moved closer to the blonde, taking that painfully beautiful face in his hands. The face that contrasted his scarred one so greatly. Cloud was beautiful, he was not. The man would never want him.
"Leon…" he spoke again, this time in a whisper, tipping his head and parting his lips before kissing Squall's mouth softly, as if tasting what the brunette had to offer. And Hyne help him, Squall gave it to him, plunging his tongue into the man's mouth and relishing in the soft moan he received in response from Cloud. He eagerly battled Cloud's tongue for dominance, triumphing and pulling away to look at confused blue-green eyes. "Why did you stop?" he gasped quietly, trying and failing to sound demanding.
"You called me Leon."
"I know I did."
"Giving me a pet name already?"
"Mm, but it suits you. Manly… sexy…" he ran his fingers over his lion's chest. "And I'll be the only one to know who 'Leon' really is. I'll always find you…"
"Very cute."
Cloud's fingers freely roamed his abs, while Leonhart set his attention lower and to the back, firmly gripping Cloud's backside. Cloud let his eyes slip shut in sync with the lion's.
After a moment, Cloud smirked against his lips, opening his eyes partway. "You're aroused."
Leonhart grunted, frowning. "As if you're not? This—" he cupped Cloud's crotch, making a quiet, needy moan escape Cloud's mouth, "—tells me different, Strife."
"Sweet Shiva, Leonhart, do that again!" he moaned louder when the brunette complied. Leonhart stripped the vice-president of the last of his clothing, throwing him down onto the bed and climbing over him. He began to stroke Cloud's shaft firmly and quickly, the spit on his hand making his hand's actions infinitely smoother. "Oh, Leon… Leon…" Cloud writhed in pleasure, bucking his hips into Leonhart's hand to meet every stroke. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he approached orgasm. "LEON!" he moaned out the lion's new name as he climaxed, Leonhart licking white fluid from his hand while Cloud lie in an exhausted state of ecstasy.
Cloud slowly reached for Leonhart's towel, tossing it aside and staring at the exceptionally large, pulsing member of the class president.
'He's aroused by… me?'
The lion closed his eyes for a moment as the tips of Cloud's fingers traced the vein down, hand gently cupping his balls before moving back up to run his fingertip over the slit of the weeping member that ached with need.
"You… want me… Right?" he proceeded cautiously.
"Haven't you seen the way I look at you, Strife? Hell yes, I want you… The question is... do you want someone like me?"
A soft smile graced Cloud's lips. "Leon, I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you."
"But my scar..." he frowned, running his fingertip over it once more.
"...is adorable," he finished for him. "I like it."
"Really?" Leonhart's eyes widened, moving his arm so his hand was between Cloud's legs again. "So you want... this?" he carefully circled his fingertip around the tight passage, applying pressure but not penetrating.
"Yes," Cloud nodded for him to continue, moaning as a slick finger slipped into his entrance. "Leon…"
He wasn't sure where Leonhart had gotten the baby oil from, but all he cared about was the new sensations taking over his body. He had never desired the feeling of fullness before, but now all he could think about was the thought of Leonhart inside him, spilling his seed into his body.
A broken cry escaped his throat as the brunette entered him slowly, gently, so as to not hurt the blonde more than necessary.
"Just hang on, Strife, it'll feel better soon…" he promised in a soft coo as he began to move in and out of Cloud's body, open for Leonhart's hungry gaze to take in. Cloud was sweating lightly, his legs spread wide for Leonhart, his hands clutching desperately at the sheets as he moaned loudly in pleasure.
They climaxed together, Leonhart falling forward on top of Cloud, kissing him gingerly all over his face as they slipped from the grasp of consciousness.
The next morning, Leonhart awoke early, an hour before he needed to, to think. He had always been told he brooded too often, but he couldn't help it. Things bothered him. The lion noticed Cloud stirring beside him. "Hey… Strife?" his voice was deep and husky.
Cloud sat up and kissed his cheek. "Call me Cloud," he corrected.
"Cloud, then… what did last night… mean to you?"
"I'm not asking you to have fallen in love with me after one night. So if you are asking me to forget it happened… I can try."
"You may not be asking me to fall for you, Cloud…" he caressed his cheek. "But I'm afraid it may have happened anyway…"
Cloud's eyes grew wide. "Really?"
"When we return to Balamb Garden, I would like you to move in with me."
"You aren't playing me? Don't toy with my emotions like this!"
"I'm not joking, Cloud. I've wanted you for so long, my heart is full to burst with happiness from simply waking up beside you. I want to stay by your side."
"Oh, Leon… I will. I'll stay with you…"
And for two years, they did just that, they moved in together, fell in love, were even starting to consider raising a family… until that night. They thought what they had was lost, but like magnets, they attracted each other once more…
End, Chapter One (Please Review?)