Hi my lovely readers. Here is the last chapter for this story. Sorry for the delay in getting this last chapter posted. Also this chapter hasn't been beta and I tried my best to edit it myself, so expect errors. I can guarantee that. Enjoy ^_^
Chapter 10: Snow and Hope
Hope tapped the heel of right feet continuously against the hard floor, eagerly counting down the seconds before the school bell rung. The day was crawling along in a snail's pace, each seconds ticking away one frustrating second at a time. It was becoming one of those days where time just seemed to disagree with him. He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 2:30 pm. Thirty more minutes and he will be out and then hopefully he could see Snow today. And just thinking about the blond made the back of his neck flush with heat.
There was a deep, warm feeling in his heart. A constant rumble. A constant inch. Just two days ago he woke up feeling numb and lonely to another tedious day, but then all of that melt the moment he saw Snow again. At the time, Hope felt like he had stumbled upon a lifetime dreamscape, his heart mending as he gazed upon the blond-haired man. His heart raced and trembled when he recalled his form engulfing by the man's large frame, making him feel complete again. Then mental images of him and Snow kissing and making out in the cell room replayed in his head over and over again. It made his head feel light and his heart bubble with happiness and delirium. Hope brought a finger to his lower lip, remembering the searing heat that clung to it when they locked lips. His emotions were swirling around inside of him, bumping into each other, inciting a mixture of warmth and anguish because he missed Snow so bad that he was actually deprived of sleep over it for the past two nights. He wanted to see Snow right now and be by the man's side, watch the blond as he smiled with that big, wide grin along with those brilliant pair of blue orbs on his face, hear his soothing voice telling him everything will be okay, feel his warmth and big hands around him.
The urge to see Snow was overwhelming. It only had been two days since he saw Snow after the soldier came back to get him. This time however he didn't resist and let the PSICOM soldier take him away from the cell room. In the end, Hope didn't have the heart to tell Colonel Rosch that Snow was hiding something. Instead, he claimed half-truthfully that he couldn't get any information from the blond. By saying that Hope knew he was throwing away any chances he have to see Snow. But that's not going to stop Hope. Not after he waited six months.
His green orbs wavered back to the clock on the wall and suppressed a frustrated groan when the hands on the clock were still in the same position as they were from before. A minute felt like an hour and he was trying with every nerve in his body to remain compose, yet inside he wanted nothing than to bang his head against the desk repeatedly and screamed eight days to the next week. He swore he would go mad if the minutes ticked by like this. Initially, he thought that school would help to push things along, providing some constructive attention for his thoughts and making time disappear faster, but so far it was proven him wrong. Here he was, counting down the minutes until the school bell ring.
"Hey Hope." Alyssa leaned towards him on her seat and whispered softly so the classroom of student couldn't hear. "Why are you so fidgety?" She had been watching at the silver-haired teen for a while now only to notice how a pair green eyes kept swirling back and forth at the classroom's clock on the wall anxiously and the way the teen was about to explode on his seat a moment too soon.
Hope glanced at the blonde and huffed in defiance. "Am not."
"Oh really." Alyssa snickered but the teen choose to ignore her. It's just been a long while since Hope started acting strangely again, so it was obviously that something was eating him up. It made her feel giddy seeing Hope so skittish. She could give a few good guesses what were troubling Hope after hearing the teen tell her about an unknown soldier who went to Pulse. It clearly was to Alyssa that Hope had feelings for this person and was hurting from the long and distance separation. "My dad told me a few days ago that the Sanctums is going publicly announced that they are pulling their military back from Pulse, can you believe that?" She said nonchalantly and saw Hope's cheek turn a slight dusted pink.
"So what about it?" Hope asked, trying to conceal the emotions in his voice.
At this point Alyssa couldn't suppress the smile on her face. "Oh I just think you might be happy." She said openly but Hope didn't respond and then she took the leap. She wanted to meet this person who could make Hope like this. "Can I meet him?"
Hope turned and met Alyssa's bright smiling face with his a plain and uninterested expression. "No." He said with an unpleasing look, clearly not liking that idea.
When the bell finally rang, it took Hope's head to catch up with his body because he was already out of his seat and rushing to the door. His classmates and teacher only saw a silver blur passing through their line of vision before it disappeared out the room. The physical world swirled around him but Hope didn't acknowledge nothing about it. He made a beeline to nearest exit through the crowded hallway and into the streets of Palumpolum. The air was slightly crisp for a cool month with sun hanging high above the city buzzing with business.
His stride was urgent until he heard his phone's jingles ringing from inside his pants pocket. He slowed down to a reasonable pace as he pulled out his phone and saw the number identification on the screen. It was his mother. Hope chew on his lower lip, contemplating if he should answer the call. It could probably be something serious but he had already resolved himself to see Snow and so he decided not to answer the call. Hope felt a pang of guilt stirring inside his chest, he had never ignored his mother's call before. Called it selfishness, but Snow was the first person to ever make him feel like this, so special, so loved and so himself. It was an amazing feeling, the kind that could break apart the universe, instantly relieving months of loneliness and heartaches.
Hope slid the device back in his pocket and adjusted the straps of his backpack on his shoulders before continuing with his pace. Five minutes later, Hope stepped through the sliding glass door of the military building. He stopped in pace however when he saw his parents and Gadot standing in the front lobby. His brows quirked together in mild confusion, blinking at the sight of his parents standing inside the building. Something uneasy then settled inside his stomach, making him feel apprehensive. He glanced pass his parents and noticed the bustling of a few soldiers running around in a hurry. He began to wonder if something must've happened. "Mom!" He called out, walking towards his parents. Hearing his voice, both his mother and father along with Gadot shifted their gaze from the commotion in the building to him.
"Hope." Nora said in relief, walking up to her son. "I've been trying to call you moment ago. But you didn't answer."
"Sorry about that." Hope replied sheepishly. "Why are you all here? And what's going on?" Hope asked curiously before looking between his parents and Gadot and then to the commotion behind his parents.
"Good news kiddo. It seems that the missing survivors are not missing anymore." Gadot stated, grinding.
"The military found them?" Hope asked in a beat and from uttered surprise. The dark-skinned man nodded and Hope's features brightened. "Then what about Snow?" His voice was eager and full with hope.
"From what we heard so far, the survivors' stories seems to support Snow's claims. What Snow said was all true. He was just another victim in the attack." Gadot informed the youth.
Hope took a moment to process what he just heard. Snow had nothing to do with the attack on the military base on Pulse and the missing survivors after all. Snow was innocent as the blond had said just like he had believed the man to be. "Does this mean that Snow is going to be released?" Hope asked delightedly.
"Let's hope so." Nora said smiling.
"But Hope you should know that the survivors are alive because of Snow." Gadot explained.
Hope's brow furrowed at the dark-skinned man, a look of pure confusion crossed his face. "What do you mean?"
Snow was staring at the ceiling immensely, counting the tiles. He lost count about six times before he started keeping count of how many times he could lost count. Then he lost count of that. He made a grumbled noise and leaned up from the single bunk bed when the overwhelming frustration compiling inside of him snapped. He glanced around the room, but nothing. There was no person or sound. He let out a sigh as his shoulders then slumped. He was not going to last long in this room before he cracked.
It hadn't been over a week and he was starting to forget what the world outside looked like. He was being patient and a good prisoner which was hard to do by himself, especially when he was this needy. Hope hadn't visited since they last met and he wondered what Hope was doing at the moment. If he could see his young lover again, then this cramp cell room would somehow become tolerable and eased away the build-up frustrations growing inside of him. And damn it, he wanted to see Hope so bad. His Hope who waited for his return.
His ears suddenly could decipher footsteps approaching down the hallway. He stood up from the bed and as on cue, the big cheese himself Colonel Rosch and two soldiers appeared before his holding cell, one foot shy away from the glass door. The silver-haired man only stared movingly into his eyes and said nothing. The two soldiers, however, were staring at him like he was some infected and ridden disease.
"Do it." Rosch commanded.
Snow watched as the soldier standing on the right beside the silver-haired man approached the door and opened it. Rosch stepped forward with a strange and small technological device in his hand. Rosch pressed a button on the device which caused a beeping sound on his cuff before it unfastened automatically and fell on the floor. He glanced at his freed wrist and then back to the silver-haired man, looking slightly bewildered.
"We don't have all day to wait Mr. Villiers." Rosch stated impatiently.
Snow blinked. "I am free to go?" He asked still looking perplex and the silver-haired man nodded in response. "Why the sudden change?"
"The survivors. We found them." Rosch informed the blond.
"They are alive?" Snow asked in disbelief.
Rosch nodded once again, feeling a bit ease. The survivors were alive and safe, and that was all that matter. "We are bringing them home. All of them."
"That's great." Snow said with a wide grin on his face.
"They told us what happened of the night of the attack." Rosch said, his voice becoming serious. "Why didn't you tell us that you draw the pulse automa attack so that the others could safely get away? Didn't you ever for a moment stop and think that information was important?"
"Oh." Snow said lamely. He scratched the back of his head and smiled silly. "It must've not crossed my mind."
Rosch gave the blond a stern look for a moment before his face softened and let out a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes deeply and rubbed the bridge between his brows. "That's too reckless, Mr. Villiers. All of this could have been avoided and I apologized truly for my accusations and the troubles I've caused you." Rosch said sincerely. "Just don't do it again."
"Don't sweat it." Snow grinned.
"If there is anything in my power I could do to make up for all the wrong I've caused you, then please don't hesitate to say anything?"
"Maybe a more spacious room with an actual bed to sleep in until my injuries are fully heal and then all is forgiven?" Snow suggested bashfully, eyeing the horrid room around him.
"Consider it done." Rosch said and walked down the hallway.
Snow finally felt he could breathe freely when he walked out the cell room. He followed the silver-haired man through more hallways until coming into a spacious lobby. He stopped however when his eyes spotted a speck of silver moving in the distance. His keen blue eyes zoomed in to object of his attention before they slowly widened in delight.
"Hope!" Snow shouted from his heart which was swelling up with pure happiness from the sight of the silver-haired teen.
Hope's heart lurch inside his chest when he heard Snow's voice. His head automatically snapped in the direction of the voice and saw Snow running towards him with that bright smile on his face. Then his world did a funny little… tilt. Hope was walking, no running because Snow was there and handcuffed free, and his entire being just needed to be with Snow. And that made him ran harder and threw himself into Snow's opened arms. He felt the ground disappearing as Snow picked him up into a crushing hug. He wrapped his arms around Snow's shoulders tightly and buried his face in the crook of Snow's neck, inhaling the familiar scent of spice cologne and wool. He drank up in Snow's presence because the comfort was back, the unshakeable feeling of warmth and passion, a need to touch and feel and have and love. Hope didn't ponder on the fact that they were in public when he threw himself into Snow's arms. He didn't care what the people think as they watched him wrap his arms around Snow's neck tightly. Snow and him were finally together and he wouldn't let anything in the world bereave him of this feeling again.
"Did I keep u waiting long?" Snow asked, pulling Hope back to get a good look of the teen's face. His eyes raked over and absorbed the details of the teen, every color suddenly seemed more pronounced and vivid. The distinct tone of Hope's silvery hair, the soft paled skin which was smooth and unblemished, and those soft green eyes, the exact shade of green that wasn't too bright nor dull. It was the perfect shade of green that gleamed over the endless green grasses or a deposit of unrefined emeralds or the first baby-soft leaf in spring because Hope's eyes were far more beautiful to look at than any of those things.
"You have no idea." Hope smiled with joy.
"Ahem." A voice cough through the room. Both Snow and Hope shifted their to gaze from each other to the voice and saw Hope's parents and Gadot staring at them with a mixed expression of merriment and impishness.
"Are we intruding?" Gadot grinned.
Hope blushed to the root instantly and then Snow reluctantly placed him back on his feet, but the blond didn't unwrap one of his arms around his waist. He leaned against Snow and let the blond hold him. He wasn't going to let this true happiness out in his line of sight ever.
"You are a pain in the ass, you know that? Making me worried like some damn army wife." Gadot stated happily as he walked up to his blond friend and pulled his head in a headlock, giving Snow a noogie.
"Who would want to be married to you?" Snow teased playfully after he managed to free himself from his friend's grasp.
"Obviously not you, and don't think you are out of the trouble just yet. You still have some explaining to do?" Gadot made a head gesture to the married couple who was watching the blond with his arm fondly wrap around their son.
Snow turned to Hope's parents and swallowed down a large knot in his throat. There stood his demons. He certainly without a doubt had some explanation to do. "Oh hello Mr. and Mrs. Estheim." He greeted with a smile and scratched the back of his head anxiously. "You must be asking yourself what really is going here?" He said sheepishly, seeing the couple giving him an interesting look, waiting for an explanation. He didn't plan to keep this a secret from Hope's parents forever. But what if they didn't accept this? What if they were completely against it that they tried their best to keep Hope from seeing him? That would literally be like a knife to his heart. Snow didn't want to pretend to be some regular in the tavern whenever he visited. Maybe he could be a little discrete out in the world, but Snow couldn't bear leaving Hope's parents from this. They were both part of Hope's happiness and Snow will welcomed them. He took a deep breathe to calm his nerves. "Well, Hope and-"
"They already know Snow." Hope interjected timidly, saving Snow from the uncomfortable confession he was about to admit.
"Oh." The knot in Snow's throat loosened and the blond managed to swallow it down and said, feeling his body unwind a little.
"So you two are really in love with each other?" Bartholomew affirmed. He had the story from his wife and the reason Nora undoubtedly supported Hope's choice. Hope was lonely. He had never realized it before Nora told him herself and he saw it for himself. Hope was like that one person who just stood on the metro platform but never boarded the train with nowhere to go. There were certain things he and his wife could give their son, but not everything. Then Snow Villiers came along, bringing an array of colors to Hope's life. The blond was the train wreck Hope needed, a gentle hand to push Hope forward.
Hope looked up at Snow who looked at him at the same moment. The blond nodded curtly and Hope smiled in return. "Yes. We are." Hope said to his parents.
"I hope this doesn't bother you." Snow ventured, looking from one parent to the other.
"Of course not, when it's a good catch like yourself." Nora smiled, giving Snow a wink.
"But that still don't answer for all of the pain you had caused my son." Bartholomew stated.
"I know and I am deeply sorry." Snow stated in all sincerity, his hand squeezing on Hope's waist affirmingly. "Now I am here, I am going to make this alright again."
"We know you will." Nora said warmly and exchanged look with her husband. "All we could ask for is that you take care of him and be good to him. He is our only child after all."
"I will." Snow said seriously.
"And if for a second you hurt him in any ways, consider that cell you was staying at for the past couple of days to be your least worries." Bartholomew threatened deadly, his tone cutting the air around them.
Snow gulped down a nervous lump. "I wouldn't think about it."
"If I am interrupting." Colonel Rosch coughed, appearing behind the blond. His gaze was steady from each faces before falling to the blond. "Your room arrangement is complete, Mr. Villiers. When you are finished here, go talk to the receptionist at the desk for the keys and collects back your belongings. You did something good out there. You're a hero." Rosch informed the blond.
Snow flinched hearing the word 'hero' come out of the man's mouth. "I am no hero." He said, the words coming out less enthusiastic in his mouth.
"I don't think those survivors share the same thoughts like you do. You save their lives, that's what matter in the end." Rosch informed them. "When you're all heal up, you and your friend are free to go back to Bodhum." Rosch passed them all an acknowledged glanced before walking away.
"Aww man, I can't wait to get home. I bet Lebreau is cranky for a vacation about now." Gadot snickered.
Hope felt something squeeze his chest tightly, constricting his throat. "You are going to leave?" Hope asked softly.
Snow looked down to his young lover and saw the sad and worried expression reflecting through a pair of green orbs. "I am not going anywhere without you." Snow replied and pressed the lithe body against him reassuringly. Hope, in returns, smiled at him. "I promise that I will come back to you and how could I leave now when we're finally together?"
"I just don't want you to leave…" Hope ducked his head and then whispered softly. "Ever."
"You guys are making me feel all mushy and warm inside." Gadot grinned.
"No one is forcing you to look." Snow reprimanded with a smile.
"Anyway I think Snow and Hope have something to discuss." Nora stated airily, gaining a curious look from the blond. Before anyone could comment anything about her intentions, she hooked her arms around her husband and Gadot's arm and began pulling them to the lobby exit. "C'mon two you. I have a business to open up and there is a lot of work to do."
"Wait honey!" Bartholomew tried to protest.
Snow didn't know what to say as he watched the silver-haired woman dragged her husband and his reluctant friend out of the building. Was Hope's mother implying something inappropriate just now? Because the only thing he wanted to discuss with Hope was the boy on his back, moaning breathlessly under him. That was the only in-depth discussion he would like to talk about right now. He glanced from the corner of his eyes to the silverette who was also looking confused too and hopefully didn't catch the glint in his mother's voice. "Do you want to go with them too?" Snow asked carefully, scratching the back of his head. "Of course, you don't have to stay with me. I am fine with that."
Hope met Snow's gaze and felt his heartbeat quicken when he saw a pair of stormy blue eyes staring heatedly at him. It was the same gaze, filled with lust and possessiveness, that devoured his body one cold, rainy night. He had seen those eyes a few times in the past, mostly in his dreams. Snow squeezed his hip and pushed his hips against his. Hope looked away instantly when he realized then that he was desperate. "I want to be with you... and talk some in private." Hope said softly, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks.
"We should go then." Snow cleared his throat, feeling his control and bravado crumbling in the open. So Hope really caught the hint earlier. He quickly ran to the front desk where a female receptionist handed a box of his belongings to the blond and a spare key to his room. He returned back to Hope quickly and with a firm hand around Hope's smaller hand, he guided the teen to the front exit and to the adjacent building.
Hope considered his lucky star that the military compound on almost deserted in the late afternoon. The sky had taken a turn to twilight, but to Hope it actually felt like an alien world three universes away. They took the nearest stairs in the building and he felt his heart hammer against his chest with each step until they stopped before a door. Snow unlocked the door and he stepped in the room and froze when a box containing items fell on the floor. Without warning, a pair of strong arms swept him off the ground and he was throw on the bed with Snow's lips, dry and soft, firmly against his. He kissed back earnestly, wrapping one hand around Snow's neck and the other pushing the bandana away, seeking solace in the blond shaggy hair. Snow devoured his mouth and Hope let out a groan in the kiss when Snow's large palms slid down his thighs and squeezed his ass harshly. Snow kissed him passionately and he could hear Snow swallowing, like he was being drinking down. Then all those days of loneliness and waiting had just washed away to come to this moment. Unfortunately their lungs couldn't continue any longer without air causing their lips to pull apart and leaving Hope's face flushed and panting with a string of saliva still connecting to their lips. Snow's lungs, however, didn't appear to be lacking with air as the man ripped his scarf off his neck and began pressing heated kisses along the curve of his neck.
"Nnnn Snow." Hope groaned, turning his head to side and giving the man better exposure to his neck. His heart was pounding hard against his chest as every nerve end on his skin stood up. His breathing hitched when he felt Snow's stubble grazing against his flesh.
"I want you so bad. I've waited long enough." Snow growled possessively, his voice was raspy in Hope's neck. Hope's soft skin was everything he's wanted, but now he's got it, he wanted even more of it; to pin Hope on the bed, or a wall, or on a table; to feel Hope press up against, every line and angle of him softening against Snow's skin. The body under him trembled and Snow couldn't wait to explore every other places on this body thoroughly that will give Hope pleasure. Compare to the last time they made love which were unexpected, impossible and electric, this time however Snow wanted to take it slow and mark this teen as his own.
Hope felt his heart leap in his chest. A warm, destabilizing sensation that had his hand tangled in Snow's sunny hair and pulling the man into a gentle and soft kiss. Hope melt in the contact. He caressed his hand through Snow's hair because the feeling in his chest, it was intense, too intense. Like he was about to burst into flames, his heart pounding, his blood in his head shifting and pulsing. Snow nipped on his bottom lip, asking for access which he obliged. Snow's tongue slid inside him mouth, stealing every ounce of breath he could muster. His other hand, somehow moving on it's own through a jumble of thoughts, unzipped the zipper on the blue vest before feverishly trying to tug the vest off the man's shoulders.
"Such in a hurry?" Snow grinned, breaking the kiss and helping Hope with process before throwing his vest on floor.
Hope's eyes widened when he saw the bandages hiding underneath the blue vest. There were a set of bandages runned around the man's chest and another set running diagonally from his right hip to his left shoulder. The covering looked worn out with some dry, reddish stain. The man looked like a mess. "Snow?" Hope whispered.
Snow followed Hope's gaze to see that the teen was looking at his bandaged wounds. "Oh they aren't that bad."
"Not bad?" Hope's voice cracked. There was a pang in his chest, a feeling that plagued him everyday because some part of him kept telling him that he wouldn't see blond again. He tried to ignore it but it persisted determinedly. However, Snow was alive and well before him now with some serious injury, and Hope was eternally grateful for that. He tried to hold the ache within him but couldn't.
"Hope?" Snow stiffened when he saw tears swelling around those beautiful green orbs. He pulled the teen into a warm and comforting embrace. He could hear sniffs coming from his chest as the teen returned the gesture, holding onto him tightly. "It's okay. I am here. You don't need to worry anymore." He soothed.
"I was scared. I didn't know if you'd really come back." Hope sniffed and met the man's gaze. "You was all I could think about.
Snow felt his chest swell with joy as he tightened his hold onto the silverette. Hope entwined his arms around his neck and stared at him. Those green orbs were completely unguarded, as if he was staring into a endless green pasture. Snow had heard the expression to fall for someone all over again but never fully grasping its meaning. He understood it until now. He then crashed his lips against the teen as Hope kissed back, aggressively and hungrily. Snow was taken surprise when the teen let out a weak sob into the kiss. He pulled back and eyed the teen with interest.
"Sorry. It's just... been so long." Hope said softly between breaths, blushing furiously.
"Oh really?" Snow raised a brow, placing chaste peck on Hope's lips. "No boyfriend or girlfriend waiting round the corner."
"You spoil me, you know that." Hope pouted, gaining a whole-hearted chuckle from the blond. He recalled during Valentine Day when he received three surprisingly confessions from two girls and one boy. However, he didn't feel anything from their declaration. He gently refused their confessions saying that he was already seeing someone else. Because no one other than Snow could make him feel like how he was right now. He only wanted to kiss Snow and no one else.
"Damn right. You are mine and never let another person beside me touch you." Snow only growled. His hands reached down to the hem of the black shirt and then proceeded to pull it with the orange jacket off over's Hope's head. The skin of his chest and abdomen was perfect- smooth and rosy from the blushing. Snow felt like he'd been served a plate piled high with his favourites and he didn't know where to start. He swoop down and captured Hope's lips again, their heated and half-exposed bodies pressing against each other. His hands caressed down Hope's thighs, which hooked themselves around his waist, before cupping those perfectly, firm ass.
Hope let out a needy moan in the kiss and rocked his hips so his rear end settled more heavily against Snow's hands. Hope's senses were lost to the world around him and he just tried to moan appropriately as Snow's tongue slid against his, as heat ratchet up and flooded his lower belly. Hope always thought that the phrase 'sweet kiss' that was passed around his class meant that anything tasted sweet sharing a kiss with the one you loved. But he was wrong. The sweetness was that the flavor, but the thrilling contentment and excitement coursing through his veins. He closed his eyes in bliss as Snow's hot lips parted his lips before traveling down, nursing on his neck with fervor and then leaving a trail of sweet strawberries from his neck to his chest area. The man's lips were electric and ablazed against his cool skin, sending sparks of faint pleasures all over his body. All pleasure was going to his head and his nether region which was showing a promising tent prodding his pants. Every light touches brushing against his skin were intense, as if Snow cared for nothing except than making him feel good because he was now sure that the things Snow did to him had got to be illegal on several cities on Cocoon.
Snow was consumed with pure lust and desire seeing the teen under him hot and bother up. Every gasps or mewl sounds that teen made was driving him insane with lust. Both him and Hope were completely gone, lost in this thick haze of happiness, love, and lust with no idea how to stop it. Especially Snow. Not after six months of only thinking of his Hope. He had a serious case of 'Hope' deficiency during his time on Pulse. It was all that was on his mind from morning till night. His eyes narrowed the two very hard and perky nipples. Was Hope that aroused? A fingertip ghosted over each of the sensitive nubs, making the body under him shudder uncontrollably. But teasing those perky nipples wasn't enough.
"Ahh!" Hope gasped, his back arching when he bit down on the right nipple while teasing the other sensitive bud with his thumb. Two hands latched themselves onto his hair, fingers pressing desperately against his scalp, and Snow looked up and smirked, seeing his lover reduced to a moaning and helpless muddle of goo. The way those beautiful green orbs glazed over, a pair of sweet lips parted and panting for air, and those rosy flushed cheeks, were a sight his eyes will definitely and wholeheartedly drink up over and over again. He could feel his pants becoming unbearable uncomfortable and tight, aching to be free. His lips then descended lower, leaving more strawberries over the smooth stomach and then Snow let out a warm chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Hope asked, panting slightly.
"We both still have our shoes on." Snow said happily and stood up, sitting on the edge of the bed. Everything had happened in a rush and neither him or his lover hadn't stopped and thought what was really going on. He unlaced the shoe lacings, removed the black boots and peeled off the pair of stocks on his feet. He heard rustling behind him on the bed and glanced over his shoulders to see Hope doing the same thing. He crawled back onto the bed and kissed the teen. His hands glided down to the hem of tea-green pants and prodded the three buttons loose easily. With the pants now slack around Hope's hips, he pulled back from the kiss and dipped his fingers beneath the elastic of underwear. Hope, blushing slightly, only raised his hips and that was all the signal Snow needed to pulled both fabrics off the teen's legs completely. He took a moment to appreciate the view under him. Hope was thin, but not lanky and still in the awkward transition of growing and stabilizing that every teenage went through, and yet beautiful. The almost delicate waist or the curve of his collarbone, the slender but smooth arm and the lean chest. Hope's skin had an alabaster shade that one got from staying indoor much and living in a city where five months of the year were covered in winter. At a glance Hope was pale, but the skin was warm and pulsing from under his feathery touches. His eyes dragged over the teen who was flushed from head to toe and his arousal was hard and twitching. Hope was already wet, a clear fluid gathering at the tip. This body was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
"Snow! Stop looking." Hope bit his lower lip and turned his head to the side, a prominent shade of red covering his face. He couldn't stand watching the sight of a pair of bright blue orbs looking at him everywhere, not without imploding.
"You're absolutely gorgeous." Snow could only say.
"Snow!" Hope hissed, his face still bleak red.
Snow chuckled and leaned forward, meeting Hope's lips with his own. He slid his hands down Hope's silky thighs and cupped the teen's rear. Hope kissed back passionately, making gasping and moaning sounds within the kiss when those large hands would grope and squeeze his ass. A pair of nervously hands reached under his stomach to his pants and unbuckled his belt. The hands clumsily fumbled with the pants' button which was becoming a difficult task at the moment.
"Having some problem?" Snow purred in Hope's ear after breaking the kiss.
"Help me." Hope whined and gave up trying to unbutton the pants.
"Very well." Snow pulled back and sat on the bed.
Hope watched as Snow undid his button before tugging his pants and the black brief he was wearing off his legs and disposed of them with the other articles of clothing on the floor. Then Hope feeling his embarrassment coming back tenfold, tried to avert his eyes. He didn't get very far with the idea that he could avoid looking at Snow, especially after he had glanced down without his awareness and he was blatantly staring at Snow's erection and feeling really nervous with the whole situation, because it was a previous reminder of of just how… endowed the blond was.
"Better?" Snow purred to the teen who was looking shyly at him with a lewd blush on his cheeks. He pulled his young lover on his lap and kissed the teen, their warm and naked bodies melting and sliding against each other. Hope coiled his hands around his neck, his soft lips easily melded onto his kissed the teen on his lap fervently, open-mouthed and wet and breath taking and Hope moaned in his mouth. They were a mess of limbs, warm skin and need. Snow let out a growl in the kiss when Hope grind his hips against his own, his erection straining painfully under the teen's thighs. Oh sweet god. The feeling of a firm ass passing over his erection was enough to make him come and he had to try contain his erratic breathing. With one hand firmly around the teen's waist, he reached out with the other hand and wrapped it around the teen's cocks, stroking the member.
"Ah-ahh Snow!" Hope moaned, breaking the kiss. His back arched and his nails dug into taut shoulders as each stroke sent wave of pleasure throughout his body. He gasped and bucked his hips into the man's hand, wanting more of the sweet, hard, delicious friction and giving the man's thick cock the relief it painfully desired. His body quivered and the inside of his chest heaved; his body was reaching a high level of pleasure where he's about to forget how breathing work.
"That's good, huh?" Snow purred in his lover's neck, planting more sweet teeth marks on the warm, salty skin. He groaned and shuddered at the sensation of his aching need being brushed up on those supple hips. He continued to stroke the teen's cock and watching his lover who was far gone from pleasure. He advanced on Hope's ear and breathing into it, he began to speak to the thrashing teen on his lap.
"No one but me, I'm the only one."
Hope, gasping and trying to breathe, shuddered from the hot and thick voice against his ear. A voice like that was enough to stop the universe; sultry, possessive and warm. "Snow… please." He moaned, a pair of green amorous eyes pleaded into a pair of intense and dark blue orbs filled with affection and lust. It was over stimulation, too much, all at once, and Hope didn't think he could take anymore. His body was on fire and he just wanted Snow to take him already. He grabbed Snow's head, crashing their mouths together. He tightened his arms around Snow's neck, groaning in the kiss. "Make love to me... make me feel...that this isn't a dream." Hope panted, his face colored.
Snow's restraint then automatically crumbled. He had waited months to hear those words, so many lonely days, nights and so many thoughts. "I'll hold you till you stop trembling." Snow said, his voice was deep and huskily. He guided his lover off his lap before getting up and walked to box on the floor. He rummaged through his belongings finding a bottle of scented lotion which was his only relief for whenever he woke up in the dead of night, hard and aching after a vivid dream of a silverette under him, moaning and writhing in pleasure. Now the naked teen on the bed was on the bed and this wasn't a dream. This was real deal. He returned back to the bed with the lotion in his hand to a naked and anxiously teen waiting.
"On you back." Snow muttered seductively and Hope complied, feeling the soft, press mattress against his back. Snow gently grabbed the teen's hips before pulling the naked silverette closer to him. He ran his hands softly over those smooth and slender thighs before leaning forward and planted a chaste kiss on his young lover. "Just relax, Babe." Snow reassured after pulling back from the brief kiss and the silverette nodded, his face still bright red.
Snow flipped the lid off the bottle and poured a liberal amount of of the thick and fragrant substance on his palm, getting his fingers nice and slippery with the lotion. A lubed digit caressed the teen's thigh before advancing to the teen's opening. The slick finger teased the entrance a little, circling the anus, and lightly pushed inside the teen, the lotion making it easy for Snow's finger to slip in. The heat was tight, searing and indescribable. The lithe body then tensed. "Does it hurt?" Snow asked, looking worried.
Hope shook his head, his face flushed and his breathing laboured. "It… just…too sudden."
"Want me to stop?" Snow added carefully.
Hope shook his head again and then to hold back his tremors. "Just don't stop."
Trying to counteract the uncomfortableness, Snow reached out and stroke the teen's aching cock with his other hand while sliding his finger in and out of the teen. The attention he was giving the member seemed to work when Hope began to push his hips against his finger, Snow took it upon himself to add another slick finger.
"Mmmnn." Hope let out a long groan at the increased intrusion. The fingers stretched, rubbed and touched his inside, sliding in and out of his tightness and going deeper until- "Ahh!" He cried out as his back arched up in the most beautiful and sexual way when he felt a sudden peak of pleasure from the digits rubbing against a bundle of nerves inside of him.
'Bingo!' Snow grinned to himself as he continued to attend the sweet spot with his fingers repeatedly while continuing his ministration on the teen's cock. He could feel his need painfully throb watching the teen under him writhe and moan wantonly in pleasure from just his fingers alone. He could only imagine what his cock would do to the teen instead. He added a third finger for good measurement. He continued to rubbed against the teen's sweet spot and stroking the cock, earning a mouthful of moans.
"Please, Snow… I can't…"
Hope was ready and Snow pulled out his fingers from the enticing heat. He coated himself with lotion and grabbed Hope's legs and placing them on each side of his shoulders with Hope's hips slightly above the bed and the head of his manhood pressing against the teen's flushed opening. He looked at the teen whose green eyes were brimming with lust and love. Two arms coiled around his neck before hauling him down for kiss and he kissed back, open-mouth and hard. He then slowly began to push his lotion-slicked cock into Hope's body. There was a gasp in the kiss and blunt fingernails clawing at his back but that didn't stop Snow as his cock slid inch by inch into the tight heat. He gave one final push, burying himself to hilt into the willingly tight hole.
"Ahh Snow!" Hope cried out from the kiss, throwing his head onto the feathered pillow, his forehead glistening with sweat.
"Fuck Hope." Snow grunted into the teen's ear, feeling the enticing tight heat clenching around his cock. His control was slowly slipping away.
"God! You're so big." Hope groaned and pulled Snow once again into a demanding kiss. He felt the man roll his hips against him and he let out a whimper into the kiss when the thick cock rubbed against the bundle of nerves. "Uhh… right there." He moaned and tried to push his hips against the blond, relishing that feeling again once more.
"Want more?" Snow purred.
Hope nodded feverishly. "Give it to me, Snow. Give me everything you got."
Was that a request Snow just heard? And how could he deny his lover when the teen was looking at him from beneath his long silver lashes, seducing him with the slightest bit of effort. He pulled out for a momentary second before plunging back into the tight heat, brushing against the sweet spot and the room earned a well-deserved moan from the teen. He was moving now, slow and steady before building a hard pace as the moans began to multiple in the room against the lewd sound of their sweat glazed skin slapping together. Snow had moved his mouth down to Hope' neck and was now sucking on his throat as hard as he was thrusting into his tight hole.
"Ahh! Ahh!" Hope chanted mindlessly. His body was overwhelmed and hot as the room was becoming hotter from their lewd acts. His mind could register hearing feral grunts coming somewhere from under his chin and the pace picked up speed as he kneaded his hands into the broad shoulders above him.
"Damn Hope. Your ass is so nice and tight." Snow groaned as he continued to pound earnestly into the delirious tight heat. He was breathing hard, the air in the room was thick and hot. He could feel sweat rolling down his neck and onto his back. Making love to Hope was much more demanding than it looks.
"Yes Snow! Harder!" Hope pleaded or sobbed. The force of Snow's thrusts were overwhelming and powerful against his magic spot with every stroke, making him see more fireworks exploding the night sky in Bodhum. He met every thrust, constantly begging for more, and Snow was happy to provide. Every thrust brushing against his prostate sent a ripple of pleasure throughout his his body. He could feel his own erection brushing up against the brunched muscle of Snow's stomach, a sweet ache blossoming in his lower belly. The heat was all going to the tip of his cock, building as the thick shaft continued to assault his sweet spot. He slipped a hand under Snow's stomach, reaching to relieve his aching need but then a hand grabbed his hand and then his other hand, locking them both over his head. "Snow! No... fair… I am closed." Hope all but whimpered and panted.
"This is fair. You are only going to come only from me." Snow said hotly into the teen's chest, thrusting in and out of the enticing heat.
Hope gasped his body shuddering from sheer pleasure. Wave after wave of pleasure assault his body, too soon and too fast. He could feel the tight coil in his chest and stomach shred itself apart at the closeness of his orgasm. All it took was a few more hard thrusts against his prostate for him to come. "Snow!" Hope cried out as his back arched and he closed his eyes against the mind numbing vertigo that took hold of his vision.
Snow grunted, feeling the incredible enticing heat shuddering around his cock, drawing him in and milking him. He continued to thrust faster into the willing ass which was becoming enticingly tighter. His stomach flared a moment too soon and his balls tightened before he came hard, filling Hope's ass with his hot seeds. Snow shuddered and tried to keep himself up, ended up lying heavily on the teen before rolling onto his back, his head resting on a pillow and the teen lying sprawl over his chest and abdomen. His eyes were screwed shut as both his and Hope's breathing were coming in pants.
Hope, who didn't realized his eyes were closed, opened his eyes when he felt two hands tenderly stroking his hips. The body under him shifted and his eyes turned wide feeling the thick cock brushed against his inside. "Snow?" Hope made a groaning sound and rose up.
"I can't help myself. I am still horny." Snow smiled.
Hope's breathing hitched when Snow jerked his hips upward and Hope got a clear idea of the blond's horny condition. Their bodies were still joined together, Snow's erection surprisingly somewhat hard and pulsing inside of him. Snow placed his hands on hips almost tightly, fingers digging into his skin. A pair of bright blue orbs, glazed with lust and hunger, were looking at him and it made his skin warm up again. He chewed on his lower lip when Snow's large and warm hands slid his thighs, making his body shiver from the electrified caress. The hands then smoothly glided up his side and over chest. Hope groaned, his head bending back as his back arched when Snow's thumbs brushed against his nipples.
"Sensitive?" Snow purred as he continued to tease the two flushed, pink buds which willingly hardened.
"Snow…" Hope gasped, feeling the heat rushed back to his groin. He rolled his hips against the blond earning a deep grunt from the man. Snow then jerked his hips in response and his eyes grew large when he felt the man inside him growing and pulsing. A long groan slipped from his mouth when the length brushed against his sweet spot and felt tiny bursts of pleasure almost borderline to pain tingle up his spine. Snow's hand firmly held on his hips before slowly rising up and down against the hard erection. He made a whimper sound as his fingernails dug into Snow's shoulders from the sudden pleasure assaulting his body. "Again!" He pleaded by rocking his hips.
"You like that?" Snow asked lustfully, gaining a fervent nod from his lover. He lifted the teen and slammed his lover down onto his shaft in one swept motion.
"Ahh!" Hope cried out and then they were back making sweet love. Moans and grunts filled the air once more as Snow continued to lift and sink him down on the length. His head tilted backwards and his lips slightly parted, moaning softly whenever the thick length brushed against his overly sensitive prostate. Snow leaned up and hided his face in his neck, their flushed bodies pressed together once more. His thighs trembled uncontollaby and his hands wrapped around Snow's neck, seeking leverage. His cock, balls and inside were still coming back from after the paroxysm to fight back the building pleasure, but that didn't stop Snow
"Wrapped your legs around me." Snow said heavily and Hope abided as he continued bounced him on his thick shaft earnestly.
"Oh God! Nnnh… so deep." Hope moaned. His body was hot and slick with sweat, rubbing against Snow's equally hot and sweaty body. His need was already painfully stiff and hard, pressing between their stomachs. His body was gasping as the thick shaft seemed to go deeper into him, eliciting more pleasure and moans. A familiar strange sensation was stirring in his lower belly, knotting and unknotting. The heat in his stomach constricted and acuminated, feeling himself approaching closer and closer. All he can do was to earnestly rock his hips onto the thick length, getting more of the pleasure from the shaft rubbing against his sweet spot.
"This time we will come together." Snow breathed against Hope's ear before sucking on the sweet, salty skin on his neck. With one hand easily doing the job on Hope's waist, he coiled his other hand around the teen's member, stroking it.
"Ahh!" Hope moaned, his back arched like a bow. He saw fireworks exploding behind his eyes as the sweet, hot pleasure continued to flutter through his body. His breath then caught in his throat as Snow's thrusting became erratic. "Snow. I think..." He whimpered.
"Damn! Me too." Snow groaned, feeling the teen's inner wall becoming tighter. They were both getting close until Hope's head bended back, back arching and crying out his name in bliss. His stomached burst instantly as his orgasm was ripped from him too. He came hard inside the tight ass which was almost strangling his dick, milking it for every drop.
Hope laid his limp and satisfied body against the blond. His head was laying right under Snow's neck, a pair of warm and strong arms snuggled around his waist. Snow's chest was risen and descending, rocking his senses into a peaceful and serene state. Snow just held him there, listening to their bodies breathing as their bodies cooled down. The room slowly began to darken as the stream of light beaming from the world outside the window started to dissipate. The atmosphere fell into a complete stillness as neither them say anything.
"I am sorry about before Hope." Snow muttered suddenly, breaking the pregnant silence, and tightened his hold around the teen.
"Sorry?" Hope's brows furrowed and he looked up to the blond. The man's eyes looked a little distant which was making his stomach clench uncomfortable and he just let the man hold him because he felt like Snow needed the embrace like his life depend on it.
"I couldn't tell you everything. It's just..."
"You don't have to explain. I understand." Hope reassured and leaned closer against Snow's body in content. It didn't bother Hope that Snow kept something from the military and him. He knew the reason why Snow was keeping quiet and he had faith when the blond said that everything will be alright.
"Hope, I did something bad."
Hope felt a dreadful horror chilled down his back. Those words didn't fit together nicely. He gulped down nervously. "How bad?" He asked. There was no cell room, no Sanctum interrogators or soldiers. It were just them alone with nothing holding them against their will.
A warm hand ghosted over his right hand reassuringly and he turned to see Hope looking at him calmly. He inhaled a deep breath. "When I lured the pulse automata away from the base, I got injured in the process when the machine shoot a cannon from it's abdomen at me. I barely manage to avoid the cannon but not the blast. The next thing I feel pain all over before everything went dark."
Snow paused, his head down and his eyes forlorn. He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a breath before continuing in a faint and compress voice. "When I woke up, I was alone. The pulse automata was gone. The machine probably thought I was dead on the ground and mercifully leave me be." A grim smile crept on Snow's face, never thinking for a second that he was spared from death. "Somehow I managed to get on my feet but I didn't know where to go. I was lost and afraid. That was it until I meet them."
"Meet who?" Hope pushed on.
"Two pulsian women." Snow said, the grim smile turning into a genuine smile. "They were wary of me mostly because we are enemies. The older woman, Fang, take her out weapon, ready to fight me, but the younger girl, Vanille, interjected and sympathized with my condition. Instead, she tried to treat my wound."
Hope rose up on his elbows and gave Snow a look of pure astonishment when he heard the name Vanille and an image of bright and cheerful girl barraged his mind. "Wait a minute! Did you say Vanille?"
"Err… yeah." Snow said blinking when he saw the surprised expression on his lover's face.
"Do Vanille have reddish curls? And Fang, was she wearing a weird blue dress?" Hope asked incredulously. There was no way the Vanille who cheered him up on the piers was the same Vanille who helped Snow.
Snow raised an eyebrow at the teen and then sat up with the lithe body sitting on his waist. "Yeah. That's about right. How do you-" He paused for a moment, contemplating what Hope's just say. He then put one and two together and then realization hit him. "Wait, you meet them?" He asked in disbelief and Hope nodded. "Since when?"
"A few days ago." Hope said solemnly before mentally added. 'When I thought I lost everything.' "I thought something was weird about Vanille." He commented. So it wasn't a coincidence the way the strange girl was talking like she understand him.
"Vanille is a creature of her own kind." Snow said smiling.
"But I don't get it. Why would two pulsian women help you?" Hope inquired. Snow was really saved by their enemies. He didn't understand it all, but he was still absolutely grateful.
Snow let out a sigh and sunk his body deeper into the mattress with Hope lying beside him. "Hope this war has effect not us, but also life on Pulse too. Fang and Vanille, they have lost everything because of this war; their families and their home," He said sullenly. "I feel sorry for them. Fang and Vanille are just nothing but victims from this war. They didn't have no where to go or a place call home and so I offer them a new home."
"On Cocoon?" Hope inquired and Snow nodded. "How? They are from Pulse." Now that he thought about it, Vanille was as harmless they came. Pulse was supposed to be filled with monster and Vanille was nothing like a monster. She was just like him, a human. Not that it mattered to him.
Snow took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling. "I stow them away on an aircraft to Cocoon one night on the military base I wandered into to." He said before continuing. "That was the last time I saw them."
"But that's crazy." Hope muttered.
"I know, but Vanille was so sweet and caring, and Fang was just doing her hardest to keep Vanille and herself alive. If the military finds out, Cocoon will be in an uproar. The military will look for them and killed them using excessive force in broad daylight. And me…" Snow paused, collecting his nerves. "I don't want to think what the military will do to me."
That's when Hope saw the guilt on Snow's face. The man was doing what he thought was right. However, the world wouldn't agree to that. Despite the man's outer appearance, Snow was a gentle and caring person and Hope knew that too well. He couldn't judge Snow for his actions because he was grateful for Vanille and Fang. Pulse or not, if Vanille and Fang didn't save Snow, the man wouldn't be here on Cocoon, with him. "The military wouldn't do anything because they will never know." Hope reassured firmly. "You didn't do nothing wrong. You just gave two person a chance of a new life again."
"You think so?"
"I just say so, didn't I?" Hope reaffirmed with a smile.
Snow then smiled back with the usual dorky smile on his face. He could feel the tension on his body rolling off. He made Hope and himself comfortable under the blanket on the bed, their warm and naked bodies pressing together. "Hope, I am glad to be back."
"Me too." Hope said and then yawn.
Hope's eyes stirred open when he felt something shifted behind him. He blinked away the fuzziness around his vision which eventually cleared away. It was early and dark but he could make out the shapes in the room from the city lights filtering through the one window. He was sleeping on his side with his hands coil around a pillow. His back was pressing against against a warm and muscular chest with two strong arms wrap around his middle. A warm breath ghosted on the back on his neck and he jumped.
"Morning." Snow's voice said behind of him and placed warm and gentle kisses on his nape.
"You're awake." Hope muttered groggily and turned his head to meet Snow's face. He rubbed the drowsiness out from his eyes, keeping a clear view of the man before him. The man's eyes were bright- a clear, familiar blue that he continued to see, even when his own eyes fluttered closed. He tilted his head up and met Snow's lips in a warm kiss. The absorption of warmth from each other's bare skin; the short pulses of pleasure from the slide of each other's tongues; the half-anchored flex, as they stretch out their limbs, muscles rousing from rest. It hadn't been a minute yet and already it's a wonderful day despite feeling really lethargic and sore.
They pulled apart and Hope rested his head in the crook of Snow's neck, breathing out a breathe of contentment. "I didn't know how I survive six months without this." He murmured.
"Me neither, but I did get some help." Snow said.
"Help?" Hope gave the blond a confused look. The blond shifted more to the edge of the bed and reached for the box on the floor. When the man returned beside him, he had a phone with him. Snow flipped open the device before fiddling with for a moment. "Umm hello Snow…" Hope's green orbs widened when he heard his voice and his head snapped to the device seeing a video of himself, looking slightly embarrassed, on the screen. It was the video message he made in Gadot's phone which the fiery-haired man promised to send to Snow. "I don't know if you will get this message…" Hope quickly reacted and reached for the phone in Snow's hand but the man wrapped an arm around his waist, keeping him steady on the bed. "But I want you to know that I am doing okay." He tried to reach for the phone again but Snow raised his hand over them, still looking at the screen.
"Snow!" Hope groaned, his face red. "I got your letter the other day... It's good to know you are okay too. Everything is still the same here on Cocoon except for hardly few soldiers walking around like before. Since you left, no more soldiers were recruited for the war. Funny isn't it?... The holiday is around the corner so things will get busy at the tavern... Gadot is here by the way. He say something about the war coming to an end... If that's true, then we'll see each other soon." Hope then hid his face within the junction of Snow's neck.
"Here comes the good part." Snow commented, smiling.
"Until that time comes, I'll be here, waiting for you." Hope could hear the softness in his voice. "I missed you too, so please hurry back. Please. You promise me you will. If you get this message, I want you to know that I love you... and I always will." The video finished there and Hope was red all over. He couldn't believe he say all those embarrassing things. At the time, it was just what he's been thinking.
Snow smiled and shut the phone close. He turned his head to his lover beside him who was looking completely red and pressed their naked bodies closer. He leaned forward and placed a warm kiss Hope's lips; the first of many to come. "And I always will too." He breathed.
Something rumbled in Hope's chest before bubbling up to his face and Hope wasn't lonely anymore as he looked right into the blue eyes of the blond-haired man that he fell in love with. And Hope will continued to love him, for all his quirks and faults because he could certainly see himself spending an eternity soaking up in Snow's warm presence. They both laid there, holding on to each other, catching the first ray of sunlight beaming through the one window. It was a beginning of a new day and a new existence.
The End.
A/N: It's finally over. I am so drained. This chapter is so long and porny (I really have no shame). I hoped everyone enjoy it. Thank you so much who read along and left reviews. I am considering writing a epilogue, but probably not. I don't know ^_^ Some stuff are let unclear in this story and that will be up to your own imagination what happens after. I am going back to A New World for those who are waiting for an update on that. Until next time which will be chapter 12 for A New World. Stay beautiful :)
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