Coliseum: Spiky-Haired Bastard
"It's big," Sora commented, looking around the entrance of the Coliseum. "And shiny."
"…Yes, yes it is," Leon agreed, glancing around carelessly as he crossed his arms. "Doesn't look like there's many Heartless, though."
Donald scowled. "Why would you want Heartless to be here?! We get a break!"
"…Whatever."
They crossed the yard and opened the doors on the other side, coming into what looked like a lobby. They blinked at the small goat-man putting up a sign before glancing at each other, silently daring the others to speak first.
Sora, easily the first one to give up, took a nervous step forward and tried to figure out what to say. "Um…"
"Hey, good timing," the goat-man said, not turning around as he fixed the parchment he was putting up on the wall. "Give me a hand, will ya? Move that pedestal over there for me." He pointed at a pedestal against the wall. "I gotta spruce this place up for the games."
They turned and looked at the pedestal. "…Well, no sense just standing here," Sora sighed, going over to try and push the pedestal. Seeing that he was having trouble, Donald and Goofy went over to help.
Leon would have helped, but he felt that they could move it themselves if they tried hard enough. That, and he was busy watching the satyr. He'd read about them in books, sure, but this was his first time ever seeing one.
Sora, Donald, and Goofy finally slumped to the ground, panting. "It's way too heavy!" Sora complained, sighing in defeat.
The satyr sounded offended. "Too heavy? Since when have you been such a little—" he began, turning, only to find the strange group instead of the person he was looking for. "Oh. Wrong guy." He frowned. "What are you doing here? This is the world-famous Coliseum! Heroes only! And I got my hands full preparing for the games, so run along, pip-squeaks!"
Leon raised an eyebrow and glanced at Sora, Donald, and Goofy. They were scrawny, sure, but they weren't pip-squeaks. …And shouldn't the Keyblade wielder and his companions be considered heroes? If not, then whom?
The satyr sighed. "Look, it's like this. Heroes are coming from all over to fight ferocious monsters right here in the Coliseum."
"Sounds sort of like what we've been doing since we left Traverse Town," Leon commented, though more to himself, because the other three were already arguing with the goat-man. He sighed and watched the argument fondly; he always did enjoy watching younger people argue. …Then again, Phil as probably older than he was… Hmm…
"Okay, then, kid. Let's see what ya got," the satyr stated, then led the way into the arena.
The group glanced around, some more amazed than others; 'others' being Leon, of course. It took a lot to impress him, nowadays… As Sora began smashing barrels, he glanced around the arena appraisingly. It looked large enough that Sora could practice aiming his spells without seriously injuring anyone, and they could use the barrels as targets.
He refused to have fire coming at his head ever. Again.
Leon frowned as he saw a pair of intense blue eyes watching them out of a shadowy corner, then glanced at Donald, as Goofy was cheering Sora on. "Donald, I'll be right back."
"Huh? Okay," the duck replied, before returning his gaze to the Keyblade master and the barrels.
The gunblade wielder stalked over to the corner slowly, trying to size up his possible opponent. He couldn't really tell much about him, other than his eyes seemed to glow in the darkness he'd hidden himself in. He kept a hand on the hilt of gunblade just in case.
"Hey." The man—it was a man, and a lithe one at that, but his clothes hid it from a distance—glanced up at him carelessly, raising an eyebrow. Leon came to a stop and let the hip his gunblade was at jut to the side, frowning at him. "Can I help you with something, or do you always watch the people that come in here to train?"
The man shrugged, letting his eyes slide down from the gunblader's face to his hips. "I don't really care who Phil trains. I'm waiting for Hercules."
Leon raised an eyebrow. "Hercules?"
"Hercules," the man repeated, finally lifting his gaze back to the brunet's face. "I must admit, you're observant. Most people don't even notice me. Who are you?"
"It's polite to give your own name before asking for someone else's."
The man smirked and stood up straight, leaning slightly into the light to show blond, spiked hair and pale skin. "Cloud Strife. Now tell me your name."
"Leon," the younger man answered, turning to go back to his companions. He squeaked as Cloud grabbed his belts and yanked him back, then turned his head to glare at him. "What do you want?!"
"Do you have a last name to go with that, Leon?" the blond asked, raising an eyebrow to show his amusement.
Leon growled slightly, but with the grip the older man had on his belts, he couldn't turn to face him. "…Loire. Leon Loire."
"Leon Loire?" Cloud smirked. "I don't believe that's your real name."
The brunet hissed softly, reaching back to try and pry his hand off. "Let go."
"Tell me your real name. I told you mine."
"Let me go—"
"Tell me."
"It's Squall Leonhart, okay?! Let me go!" Leon finally exclaimed, only to have his belts abruptly released. He stumbled forward, then turned and shot the blond a glare, trying to ignore the fact that his cheeks were slightly warm. "Jerk ass."
As he turned to stalk back to Sora, Donald, and Goofy, he distinctly heard Cloud say, "I'd jerk in your ass."
It was then that Leon decided to never get within arms reach of Cloud Strife ever again.
-x-x-x-
"Calm down."
"But that stupid goat freak said we're not heroes, and we've probably been fighting way more monsters and Heartless than anyone else in those stupid games!" Sora exclaimed indignantly, flailing his fists around him in his outraged pacing. "It's not fair! I mean, this hasn't exactly been the easiest adventure so far! We should be allowed to have a little fun!"
Leon sighed for what must have been the fifth time during the teen's entire tirade. "Okay, first of all, he's called a satyr, not a goat freak. Second of all, we should be resting right now. In fact, we should stay the night here. We've been traveling nonstop, and considering what we had to go through in Wonderland—" Here he shuddered; there was no way he could not shudder. "—We should take a break."
"But I really wanna fight in the games," the teen whined, grabbing the man's arm and pulling at it pleadingly. "Come on, you have to wanna fight too!"
"…Fine…" The gunblade wielder extricated himself from Sora's death grip and looked at Donald and Goofy, who'd been conversing amongst themselves about the strange gummi piece and the missing King. "You guys go ask about rooms for the night. I'll go talk to Phil."
"Okay."
Leon turned to go back into the lobby and heaved another sigh; truthfully, fighting in the games would be fun, but he was content to just watch Sora, Donald, and Goofy. It would be more fun for him to relax and watch rather than fight himself. Stepping into the lobby, he glanced around for the satyr, but could not find him, so he continued into the arena. Phil wasn't there, either.
He frowned and looked around in confusion. "He didn't come out of the lobby with us… So where could he…?"
"Who are you looking for?"
Leon let out an undignified yelp and turned quickly to find himself face to face with Cloud. "Son of a—What the hell is your problem!?"
Cloud raised an eyebrow. "What? You just looked a little lost. I thought I'd help you."
"No! No, don't help me! I don't need your help!" the brunet answered quickly, immediately putting five feet between them. "In fact, I was just leaving—"
The blond raised an eyebrow as Leon tried to walk around him but didn't move to stop him. Once the younger man was next to him, though, he lifted his arm just enough to rest his hand on the brunet's butt and give it a quick squeeze.
Leon jumped but, thank God, didn't squeal. Instead, he turned, hand up, to slap him across the face. "Hands off!"
"…Did… you just…" Cloud smirked slightly and turned to look at him. "Did you just slap me?" When the other man merely glared at him, he indulged himself with a small laugh. "Could you get anymore girly? I mean, the hair, and the hips, but then you slap me?" He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're not a girl with a really flat chest?"
The brunet growled softly. "You jerk—Blizagga!"
"Shit!"
Leon smirked as the blond took a few alarmed steps back, shielding his face, but didn't take long to reflect on the joy of his attack. Instead, he bolted back into the lobby and outside.
-x-x-x-
"…You got a pass?"
"Yeah!" Sora exclaimed, bouncing slightly in his spot. "Some guy gave it to us! Look!"
Leon took the pass and frowned, looking it over, before handing it back. "You shouldn't trust strangers like that, Sora."
"If you don't trust strangers, you never make friends," the teen retorted, bouncing past him. "I'm so excited!"
The older brunet watched him and sighed, sliding his hands into his pockets. 'I wish I could be that open sometimes…' He blinked as spiky blond hair and intense blue eyes popped into his head before scowling. 'On second thought, never mind.'
"I can't wait to play in the games tomorrow! What about you, Leon?" Sora asked, turning toward him.
Leon raised an eyebrow. "I'm… just going to watch you guys. This is fun for you. I'm going to rest."
The teen looked a little downcast at first but immediately brightened up. "Okay! You're old, so you probably need the rest more than we do!"
"Did you just call me old?!"
"Dude, I'm fifteen. You're practically ancient."
"I'm twenty-five!"
-x-x-x-
Leon heaved a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, thankful for the room that Donald and Goofy had gotten him with a single bed. He didn't much feel like sharing right now, especially if someone was talking. He wasn't in the mood for talking right now.
The room wasn't much. Just a bed and a table, and a dresser for people who stayed long. There was a community bath down the hall that he'd seen Sora dashing into, and he assumed there were toilets in there somewhere as well. He'd stop by in the morning when he woke up, take a bath, and go wake up Sora, Donald, and Goofy. They wouldn't appreciate it, but if they were playing in the games, they needed to get warmed up.
And Leon still wanted to get Sora to practice aiming his spells. He was not going to risk life and limb simply because the teen couldn't shoot his magic correctly.
He stripped off his shirt, jacket, and belts and began to undo his pants, then started searching around in the satchel Aerith had packed for him for sleep pants—he knew there'd be some; it was Aerith, for heaven's sake. He frowned as he come across a tube of something and pulled it out, wondering what it could be, considering Aerith put all of his bathroom supplies (soap, toothbrush, toothpaste) into a small red bag.
"What the hell…?" he trailed off, turning the tube over to read the words. He let out a yelp and tossed it like it had suddenly tried to attack him. "Lube?! What the hell! Yuffie!" He gasped as a pair of arms slid around his waist and the offender pressed against his back, turning his head quickly as he reached down to grip the arms around him. "Hey-!"
"Hmm, we may need that," Cloud stated, smirking, as his glowing gaze landed on the tube now lying on the bed. "Wouldn't be good if you got hurt, would it?"
Leon blushed as one of the blond's hands began to trail down into his pants and grabbed his wrist quickly. "W-what are you doing!?"
The older man chuckled softly. "I would think that was obvious, Squall."
"Don't call me that!" the brunet exclaimed, struggling to keep Cloud's hand from traveling further. "Get off me! I don't want this!" He whimpered softly as the blond began to kiss his neck and twisted his head to try and pull away, unintentionally exposing more of his neck to be ravished. "No!"
"Just cooperate with me and it'll feel fantastic, Squall. Trust me," Cloud whispered, leaning his lips next to the brunet's ear.
"Please just stop…!" Leon gasped as the blond's hand finally reached its destination and closed his eyes tightly as he was fondled. "Please, I…"
The older man sighed and closed his eyes, nuzzling the brunet's neck affectionately. "Your skin is so soft… And… you're so light… Why hasn't anyone claimed you yet…?"
"Because I don't want them to now let me go!" the brunet begged, gasping again as the man behind him gave his hardening cock a firm squeeze. "Oh God…!"
Cloud groaned softly as the younger man unconsciously arched his back and pressed closer to him, beginning to suck and bite on his shoulder. "So pretty… Want to keep you…"
"Please… Please, I—" Leon started, only to let out a gasp as something black and leathery brushed against his left shoulder and turned his head sharply. "What the hell is that?!"
The blond raised an eyebrow, flapping his wing slightly to brush against the smaller man's shoulder and side. "It's a wing. Haven't you seen one before?"
"Why do you have—What is—Stop touching me with it! It's weird!" the brunet exclaimed, trying to lean away from it.
"You don't like it? …I don't much like it either," the older man admitted. He flapped it a few more times, smiling bitterly, before pulling it back behind him.
Leon couldn't help but feel badly for him. He obviously disliked his wing, and he'd probably made him feel worse with what he'd said; he blamed Rinoa and Aerith for his growing feeling of guilt. "…Wait…"
"Hmm?" Cloud turned back to the man in his arms, wing twisting further back to hide behind him.
"…May I touch it?"
"You just said—" the blond began, frowning, then sighed and brought his wing forward again. "Okay."
The brunet brought his hand up hesitantly, timidly touching the leathery appendage and stretching it slightly. He blinked for a minute, then smiled a little and lifted his other hand to play with it. When the wing fluttered slightly then pushed closer to his hands, he couldn't help a small chuckle. "It's kind of cute."
"Cute? What's wrong with you? It's hideous. …It's a fucking wing!"
He looked up at the older man and frowned, gently pulling on the end of his wing. "What's your point? You've got a wing, so what? …I've seen things far worse," he muttered, rolling his eyes and shuddering at the thought of the ever-grinning Cheshire Cat and the damnable Trickmaster with his damnable bowling pins—they were fucking bowling pins! What the hell was up with that?!
"What could be worse than… this?" Cloud asked, fluttering his wing again.
Leon scowled at him. "Oh, you did not just say that! First I'm sent through puberty twice, then I have to work to buy back my own blade, and then I'm conned into coming on this huge adventure to a bunch of worlds I don't know, and then I have to put up with this pink and purple—thing! And it never once stopped grinning! And Sora wouldn't let me shoot it! And then there's this humongous Heartless that's using bowling pins as some sort of weapon—I mean, who the hell uses bowling pins?! Not only does it bounce around like some sort of idiot but then it tries to decapitate you with bowling pins!—and Sora nearly takes my head off with magic that he doesn't know how to aim!"
Cloud blinked as he paused to take a breath. "But how—"
The other man would not be hindered in his tirade. "Then I get stuck in the gummi ship trying to figure out what family figures my friends are and that's kind of hard when one of them swears every other word and the other thinks she's a ninja and is bound and determined to set me up with a man no matter how many times I tell her I'm straight! And then I get stuck here with—with you!" He growled softly and prodded him in the chest. "Mr. I'm-gonna-molest-Leon-and-call-him-Squall-whenever-I-see-him-even-though-he-doesn't-like-it! You're such a pervert! Did it ever occur to you that maybe what you want isn't exactly what I want?!"
Cloud blinked at him, his tirade having for the moment stunned him, before he finally asked, "What's this about puberty twice?"
"Ugh! And that's the only thing you pick up on?! Not the 'I don't like you molesting me' part?!" The brunet threw his hands up in the air in annoyance. "You horrible, horrible man! Listen to all of the words coming out of my mouth! Not just the ones you find interesting!"
"Bu—huh—what?" The blond tilted his head, stunned. "But… Wait, what?"
"GET OUTTA MY ROOM!"
-x-x-x-
Sora, Donald, and Goofy poked their heads out of their room quickly, eyes wide in surprise. They were just in time to see a man with spiky blond hair getting thrown out of Leon's room. He hit the opposite wall with a dull thud and fell to the ground in a heap.
Leon leaned out of his room, glaring at him. "Not only are you a pervert, but you're a pervert that doesn't even listen! Do not bother me again, Strife, or you're gonna find your dick missing!" He turned his head and trained his scowl on the trio. "Shouldn't you be in bed?!" he asked angrily, raising an eyebrow.
"…Goodnight!" the three replied quickly, before ducking back into their room and closing the door with a snap.
Leon turned his glare back on the blond. "You're a pervert and the only good thing about you is your wing! I never want to see you again, you spiky-haired bastard!" With that said, he slammed his door shut.
Cloud groaned and rolled onto his back, turning his head to look at the brunet's door. "…God, I'd love a feisty little kitten like that in bed. …Damn, that hurt…" He rolled onto his stomach and got to his hands and knees, then sent one last glance at the other man's door before smirking to himself. 'One way or another, that man's ass is mine.'