Ah, the LAST chapter... well folks, it's been fun, but I have to end it! Now, I know my freshmen didn't like the ending very much, acutually, they threatened to kill me but that's a different matter... I hope you like it if only just a little... it's very dramatic... carry on!
Chapter 9
Home... Cloud had been home for over two weeks now. To him, it seemed like an eternity spent locked in a cage. Marlene and Vincent had been very kind and careful around him at first, they walked on eggshells whenever he came into the room. This only served to annoy and anger him further. He felt like a fool, sleeping on the couch for instance, when the apartment was his, the bed along with it, but he just didn't want to bother with kicking Vincent out of the bedroom. Marlene had taken to running his delivery service, so he didn't bother with that. He just sat there in the apartment, staring at nothing most of the time. He could often feel Vincent staring at him from the kitchen or the hallway, but would pay no heed to his lover. The phone would ring and he'd just let it go. Many a times, Vincent had tried to talk with him, to engage him in some activity even if it was just watching TV with him, but Cloud remained unresponsive.
One night, while Marlene was out with some friends, Vincent drew himself in and gave on last attempt at getting the almost comatose blond to do something, anything. He made Cloud walk down the block to pick up some orange juice and set to work.
He hurried about, getting the living room into shape, lighting the big, unscented pillar candles Marlene had taken to buying and lighting up on a rainy night. He had a bottle of Cosmo Canyon's finest red wine, a forty of vodka and a large flask full of rum. Sure, it wasn't whiskey like Cloud had been drinking the night they had first... hooked up, but it all tasted better anyways. The gunman didn't plan on getting them both wasted; he just hoped that it would help loosen the blond up and help repair the damage done from silence.
When Cloud came home, the paper bag of orange juice in tow, he placed his keys up on the mantle over the kitchen sink and went to go lay on the couch, stopping to notice the lit candles without much thought. His head hurt and his bones ached and all he wanted to do was make the annoying little voice that seemed to be screaming in his head go away. Wearily he plopped down on the worn sofa and sighed, closing his eyes and enjoying the quiet. He was awakened by a gentle weight on his thigh. He opened an eye and looked up at his partner, then to the glass full of rum that he was offering.
"What's this all about?"
Vincent said nothing but took a sip from his own glass, letting the liquid settle over his taste buds. Cloud took the drink and sat up, his legs coming to rest Indian style beneath him. The two drank in silence for awhile, Vincent sitting next to the blond at a respectable distance, before he spoke.
"I love you." The words were just a whisper, but that was all it took for Cloud to look up at him from the rim of his glass. A part of him felt as if he wanted to fall off the edge of the earth, but another wanted to curl up and melt into the man's arms. He didn't know what to say. The usual "I love you too" didn't seem right and would only make him feel sour.
"Cloud…."
The blond groaned as a skilled tongue ran over the exposed, sensitive flesh of his hip. He could feel the feather soft sensations of Vincent's hair tickling his side and stomach. A rush of relief flooded Vincent from the tip of his toes to the ends of his hair. Cloud was finally relaxing and it had never felt to good to have the young blond under him.
HEY! I ADDED A NEW CHAPTER!!!!!!!! Woot! The LAST one is next! R&R!
