Disclaimer: All characters used in this fanfiction are under ownership of Square Enix/Disney and Tetsuya Nomura.

AN: Sorry for the long wait for another chapter, especially to those who might be waiting on this fanfiction to update; this is merely a sequel to the fanfic "Tides"

Chapter 4-What I've Done

Zexion had stood watching the mess that had happened; he had hoped that Cloud would've knocked the man around, but it seemed not leaving marks on the man was the best move to save himself from problems. The door was wretched open as Zexion stormed in to find Axel.

"Excuse me Barbie, but I need to speak to this guy alone," Zexion pulled Larxene off Axel as Zexion threw Axel into the sofa, "Before you say anything, Axel, shut up and listen for once!"

"What the Hell just happened?! What happened between you and Roxas, you two were so happy when you left Roxas' house and now, I wake up to the sounds of Roxas screaming at his father and boyfriend, in tears no less!"

Axel just sat on the sofa, lifeless and emotionless, devoid of any means of speaking to anyone, but he managed to say something, let alone snap as Demyx slapped Axel upside the face, "WHAT THE HELL, DEM!?!"

Demyx proceeded to shove Axel back down again, "Don't you 'What the Hell, Dem" me! You've got some explaining to do about what just happened here!"

"…It's over, Demyx. We're over," Axel spoke up from the sofa as Larxene watched on before moving to Axel.

"Well gentlemen, this has been fun, but my fiancée and I have some catching up to do…and its been a long night, so if you'll find your way out," Larxene was less then blunt as she shoved Demyx and Zexion out the door.

Demyx kicked at Axel's door, but Zexion pulled him away before Demyx did anything that he would later regret; how had it come to this? How had it all come down to this heart break and breakdown? Only one answer was there and it was lying down against the redhead in a bed that had held so many memories of sharing it with a blond that was now lost to him forever or so it seemed at that moment. Cloud and Leon pulled into Rinoa's driveway; she was in utter shock when Cloud told her the news since Leon was not in his right mind; he was in a state of utter anger for what had happened. Rinoa brought herself to carry Roxas out of the car and up to his room; she later came down as she talked with both men, wrapping her arms around Leon's neck to comfort the man.

"You did what you could to save his mind…it's up to him now to get over the heartache," Rinoa softly told Leon as she felt his tears coming; he was upset and rightly so, he felt he had lost Roxas to the tragedy of heartache.

It seemed nothing else could go wrong, but waiting outside the house since the party had let out was a figure that everyone thought was gone from their lives, a man that had all but destroyed his own son and had all but sent Roxas' mother into the mad house or further into the bottle she had been in when she was arrested and put on a watch at the local all Women's Prison for attacking her own son and nearly taking it out on the young man that had presented himself as her son's boyfriend. The same man who was the father of the young man who had created the circumstances that had surrounded the almost absolute end of a young man's life forever. A trail of charcoal gray smoke created a ring about the man's head as a foot moved off the brake and onto the gas pedal as a hand idled along the gear shift as it shifted from the 'P' to 'D' as the car's lights faded into the night.

"…Time for a little of bit of investigation in to where that bastard son of mine has disappeared off to," the sound of the car engine tearing away into the night didn't seem send any warning signs to the trio on the lawn as a young man lay sleeping quietly on his own bed, "It's not like he's good for anything or anyone."

Goodbyes had to be made as Rinoa managed to detach herself from her estranged, at one time or another might have been her husband, as she let him and his significant other load back into their car and watch their tail lights disappear into the night; it was hard to watch it happen, but it was even harder to have to walk back into the house and see the sight of her son lying, quietly, but now and again sobbing in his sleep and saying that one name over and over.

"…Oh baby, I wish there was something I could do…I really do," Rinoa quietly slipped away from her son's doorway and towards her own room, Why did my Mom make it so easy to be a Mother…?

The car ride back to the apartment for Cloud and Leon was silent, Cloud had taken to driving home because letting an angry Leon drive them home would've turned them into a hood ornament for a telephone pole late at night, but Leon wasn't making the silent car ride home enjoyable as now and again Cloud would glance over and see the man muttering to himself. It worried Cloud that Leon was still holding onto what had happened at Axel's apartment regarding Roxas, but the sight of Roxas ready to charge out into on coming traffic without regard for the fact that he had others that would be sad for him should something happen to him. That had been the most frightening sight aside from the way Leon seemed to be eying and sizing up Cloud, when Leon was upset like this, things tended to happen that later on, Leon would later regret and spend days, even weeks, apologizing for. Tonight was liable to be one of those nights as he tried to keep Leon off of him while he drove, but Leon was persistent and he needed something else to take his attention off the anger in his heart.

"…L-Leon…p-please…don't do this right now," Cloud fought off a shivering moan working his throat as he tried not to cross his legs in as the car started to steer into towards the parking spot of their apartment, "…P-Please…don't do this…you aren't yourself right now…"

But Leon wasn't listening; he was angry and there was no detouring the man even as Leon slipped over into the driver seat and started straddling Cloud's lap, working his angry lips against Cloud's lips, jaw line and neck; as much as Cloud wanted to enjoy the feeling, it felt wrong having an angry man pleasure him like this, but it seemed to go out the window the moment Leon's hands found their way onto Cloud's seatbelt. Cloud all but jumped at the sensation thinking the hands had fallen lower, but that hadn't been the case; they had fallen to Cloud's seatbelt and were working their way around Cloud's waist. Nothing seemed right about the moment even up to the climatic end as Leon threw the blond on the bed and didn't stop himself from rolling his hips in against Cloud's, but something was about to happen.

"Nnmh…nnangh…S-Sep…S-Sephi….S-Sephiroth!"

"WHAT?!" Leon all but stopped as he pulled away from Cloud; it was enough to break Leon out of his angered state, but Cloud was afraid the man would disown him completely, "…Cloud…what…what…what just happened?"

Sitting was all they could do, awkwardness passed between them as soft Mako blue eyes laid buried into knees as a soft pair of brown one's stared straight ahead as its face looked as if someone had just told him that someone close to him had just passed away. But it was a mix of the emotions associated with such grief as well as awkward shock; he couldn't bring himself to look at the blond at his side. Awkwardness was what it was, the awkwardness of another name uttered into the dark while bodies rocked harder and harder against one another, reaching climatic endings, but it couldn't happen, but it did. Leon had reached climax as he heard the blond under him scream out a name, he thought he would hear the beautiful man utter his name, nice and loud, loud enough for everyone that was within earshot, to hear that he belonged to the man. It was hoped, but it wasn't his name, a foreign name screamed out from the top of the man's lungs as he screamed it loud as every part of the man felt as if it was ripping apart.

"…Cloud," Leon attempted to speak to the man or at least make the man turn to him so that he could speak to him on reasonable terms, "…Cloud."

He remained silent, head buried in his knees, "…Cloud, please look at me," he could hear the man, but he wasn't about to answer him until he felt the man's calloused hands working around his face, bringing his hurt gaze to the man's understanding one, "Would you please look at me?"

"…Why should I, you should hate me…" Cloud's words came out soft and lacking emotion, "…I'm such an idiot."

Leon's lips brushed gently against Cloud's, but Cloud didn't wanted the man to play this off as if it wasn't anything; that was the only way Leon knew how to make everything go away. That's not what Cloud wanted, he wanted Leon to get mad, refuse to speak to him anymore, throw him out of his house, refuse to ever see him again, do something other then kiss and make up. Cloud forgot, Leon would never do those things, no matter what the man did; he would always forgive him as he Leon began caress his fingers against the man's face as he started suckle the man's lips with his own, caressing them with his tongue. Hoping with any fickle hope in his body that the man would drop his guard and just return the affection, but he was noticing how reluctant he was to return the affection.

"…Do I need to resort to brute force to get you to speak to me or even look my way…come on, it was just a slip of the tongue…everyone makes mistakes, Hell, I would shout out names of Struggle Players when Rinoa and I …" Leon automatically shut up as he tried to keep the past in the past, that was something he wished he hadn't done, "…Never mind."

Cloud knew full well about Leon's past with his estranged one night stand, a son had come out of the one night stand, and they had never once married and there were no intentions of marriage. Leon had made his choice for the life he would lead, and she had made hers, but right now, he had a choice to make…to tell Leon why he had cried out another man's name and what the man had meant to him. All he could do was playfully and gently shoved the man.

"Don't worry about it…" a soft smile crossed Cloud's face as he softly pecked the man's lip back, with a slight slip of tongue into it as he massaged the jaw line along the man's face as his hands slipped down his neck towards the man's chest.

Leon started moaning at the return of affection, but his moans and groans were starting to turn into gasps of shock as he tried to stop the man's unconscious movements down towards his waistline as he grabbed the man's hands, breaking out of the heated, passionate kiss. Cloud's eyes were hazed with lust as he felt the luke warm droplet of saliva that had been hanging on his lips fall against his hand, waking him from the clouded ability of good judgment.

"…Any further South and there would've been problems," Leon softly chuckled as he softly kissed the man on the cheek as he slid his arms around the man's waist, bringing him close to his body, "…We don't have to talk about it if you don't want…I'll understand."

Cloud felt that he could tell the man everything, but if Leon said, 'We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to…' then that was where they'd leave it, but Cloud knew in the back of his mind, not telling him who the man was, the man's name he had screamed out in the heat of passion, he knew it was liable to come back and bite him…hard.

"…Okay," Cloud softly remarked as he closed his eyes as he rested safely against the man's toned figure.

The two men succumbed to slumber, being held in one another's arms; Cloud now and again in his sleep brushed his fingers, curling and uncurling against Leon's chest, feeling every part of his figure. It remind him of the man, the same one he had screamed out during their moment, but the man of who he had screamed a name of, did not have the cropped brunet like hair that Leon had. The man had long cold as steel silver hair that hung down to his hips; if the man wanted to, he could've walked bare bodied, and not have a problem walking in the nude among mere people. He was like a God among mortals, his silver hair draping him like a silver cast suit of armor, covering every part of his perfection. Cloud couldn't be thinking about him anymore, he wasn't part of his life anymore; he had escaped that Hell, where all he knew was torturous lust, it wasn't real love, only lust. God of silver hair used his charms to charm the soft hearted man into seducing him into his chambers where only Gods should tread, but when the God opened him up, showed him everything of his power, he felt that he would become a God much like him. But why is that when God's decide to try and create mortals into God's, why does it hurt so much? Why is there pain when it should be joyful pain coursing up every fiber of the body, tantalizing up the spine, feeling the God fill the man with a milky river of his infinite power. The God had hurt him, taken him into his Chambers on times when he did not want to be with the God like that; he just wanted to be at the man's side, just simply be with him. A God's will is to not be tempted, what ever the God wanted, he got it.

"GNH! UNGH! NNGH! S-STOP! UWA! AUGH!" anguished screams hollered out from the chambers of the God as the screaming figure's legs found themselves pushed up highly over the man's head as the God beat into him even faster, ignoring the anguished screams.

"…You want to be like me…don't you," his fingers rubbed up at the flesh close to the man's appendage along the inner thighs of the man as he rocked into him harder, slamming into him as if he was a pogo stick, "…Then you'll have to learn to endure this pain, there is no pleasure of being a God without enduring at least some small amount of pain."

He wanted to be like the man, but not if it meant he had to be hurt, to be used as only as the God's means of venting out frustrations against the world, but yet, he wanted to be free, "…He never loved me…and leaving him was harder then I thought…"

"…But I love you, and if you left me, I wouldn't try and stop you…sometimes the flames die down and what was there…isn't there anymore," Leon muttered in his sleep as he intertwined his legs around Cloud's in his sleep, his head resting in the crook of Cloud's neck, "…If you had to leave me, I'd want you to be able to leave without fearing I would seek you out and hurt you…"

"Leon," Cloud could only softly whisper in his sleep as he succumbed to sleep letting the night wash over them.

Nightmares are still images of figments of our imagination, they can't hurt us, or so we think; as much as Demyx had attempted to not having any contact with his Dad since getting into College, avoiding his attempts to help pay for him to have the best teachers or even pay off the teachers. There was no use denying the man had a firm hold on his life still even if he had told him that he didn't want to be part of the man's life anymore; he had made his decision. But even if he was away from the man, there were still nightmares of the time after he had gotten home from nearly killing Roxas, in hopes of having Axel to himself.

"Where have you been…?" the man was obviously drunk; his eyes were blood shot red which showed how far gone he was on the liquor.

"Out, what is it to you?" Demyx closed the door behind him and that would be the last thing he would remember after waking up in Intensive Care at Twilight Rose Hospital.

Demyx had found himself walking into a whirlwind of fists, punches, feet blown at various parts of his every body's core; he would wake up in the I.C.U. on a respirator, six bruised ribs, fractured leg, broken arms, heavily blackened eyes, and busted jaw. No one knew he was in the I.C.U. No one came to visit him except for the Nurse that was working part time at the time in the Children's Ward of the I.C.U.; it was then that he learned about Roxas and the Hell of a life he had gone through. It was also when he admitted to nearly killing Roxas; she had turned an ashen gray becoming sick to her stomach.

"…You may not know this, but, he was saved after you left, only to be thrown back into the Lioness' den again," she tried not to cry, but he could see she was about to cry.

"What do you mean?" his speech was almost incoherent from the busted up jaw as he tried to focus on her thrown half swollen eyes, "What happened to the kid?"

She softly wiped away the tears stinging at her eyes, "Let's just say, he landed on the menu for the Lioness' fury; he's pretty bad…and he's a few doors down from you, I don't know what's going to happen to him now."

Demyx was not aware of the Hell he had thrown Roxas into; he thought he was saving him from the living Hell nightmare that had been created by his own Father trying to work things out with Roxas' mom. All he had done was start a chain reaction of an angel to save him, to only have his wings clipped by the claws of a fierce lioness bent on destroying them both. Every night, he would relive that nightmare, the knowing that he had nearly killed Roxas, not when he dropped him out the window, but by doing that, telling Axel of what he had done, which caused a chain of reactions of the actions he was guilty of.

Zexion stirred in his sleep as he rolled over; his hand hit blank mattress as he realized the man that had been at his side was gone, soft lilac eyes searched the darkened room through half-asleep eyes. They soon came upon a shaking figure at the balcony of the small shared Dormitory they were sharing at the College; there was no hint of a breeze, but he was visibly shaking.

"…You had the nightmare again, didn't you?" Zexion softly cooed as he wrapped his arms around the teen's waist, resting his head in between the teen's shoulder blades, "Demyx?"

"Why didn't I die that day…why did God save me from dying that day…it would've save me from learning the guilt of nearly killing Roxas…" his hands brushed up against his face as he tried to make sense of it all, "I didn't want to be saved that day…"

Zexion knew the boy had gone through so much; shortly after his stay in the I.C.U. his father had come looking for him and even after much heated conversation between the Hospital heads and the boy's father threatening to sue for kidnapping of a Minor. Demyx had been released to his father's custody which had lead him into being put in Twilight High in hopes that he could make in good with Roxas to put in a good word with Roxas' mom that he was still interested in her. But that's not what had happened; he found himself hopelessly in love with his teacher, right after the first day of class; shortly after all that had happened, his Father was arrested on false charges and threats against the Hospital for not destroying records that Demyx had been in the hospital for possible Child Abuse.

Zexion didn't know what to tell him, all he could do was be there for emotional and moral support, "If you don't talk to me, how am I suppose to help you."

"It's my nightmares, not yours…" Demyx looked over his shoulder at the man behind him, "It's been almost a year since it happened and I can't forget about it."

It was true, they were his nightmares, but seeing someone about them had been something he hadn't been up to doing; he didn't need some over priced quack to tell him he was screwed in the head. He knew that. Everyone knew that. Who else needed to point out the obvious to him? Zexion softly sighed to himself, letting the teen go as he went back to bed, watching the teen stare out at the endless night till he felt him back in bed with him. Help was all he wanted to offer him, but, it would only be useful if the one that needed it was willing to take it.