Story After Story Of A Little Thing Called Love
Drabble IV
SoraXCloud
Mice
"Gah! Cloud!"
Bright blue eyes glanced up from the book he was reading, to the kitchen door way, where Sora's cries were coming from. He sat up hurriedly, hearing a loud crash and a yell, Then, a scream.
"Clooooooud!"
"I'm coming... I'm coming..." Cloud sighed. Sora had probably just chipped a gaddamn nail. He was always so overdramatic. Speaking of Sora, he was stood up on a chair, waving his hands frantically and pointing at the floor, squealing.
The blonde's eyes followed the path of Sora's finger, to find a small, furry critter looking back up at him squeaking.
"FUCK! MICE!"
Cloud's feet left the ground in a blur, faster than a horse eating a carrot. He watched with disbelieving eyes as the mouse scurried past the chair leg and vanished into a small hole in the wall.
"This..."
Cloud looked back up at Sora.
This is YOUR fault!" The brunette shouted, tears streaming from his colbat eyes. He really HATED mice.
"Wh...WHAT!" Cloud's mouth hit the floor. "If this is anyone's fault, it's yours, Mr. I'm-too-cool-to-put-the-top-back-on-anything-I-use!"
"Oh yeah? You're a great one to talk, Mr. Why-don't-we-use-the-dishes-three-times-before-washing-them!"
"We have no money for dish washing powder!"
"We have a sink for a reason!"
"Washing up liquid still costs money! And I don't see you offering!"
"Whatever" Sora scoffed.
"Anyway, we'd be able to afford it if you didn't spend all of our money on hairgel, eyeliner and fucking stockings!"
"You weren't complaining last night..."
"I'm just saying that you're a vain bitch..."
"And... what colour do they call your hair again, Radioactive?"
And it carried on. Well, at least, it would have if Sora hadn't slipped off the chair, falling...
...And dragging Cloud with him.
They stayed like that for a while, partly because Cloud was fully led on Sora, thus making the bunette unable to move. And... the fact that their groins were rubbing together didn't help...
"Cloud... I do believe you have an erection..." Sora said, smirking.
"You're a fine one to talk," Cloud whispered, leaning in close and sliding a slender hand past Sora's waistband and into the younger boy's pants, wrapping a cool hand around his painful arousal and stroking the rough flesh. Sora let out a mewl, like a hungry kitten.
Cloud paused, watching Sora buck, trying to get as much pleasure as possible.
"Now... what were you saying about my hair?" He grinned.
Sora groaned.
"Stupid dumb blonde..."
