What's in a Name?
Ja ne
Kat
Okay this is the last chapter I have planned. So this is going to be moved to complete though any others that beat me over the head may just get added here as someone was kind enough to send me a link for the 012 arch so I have basic idea of what goes on there. It's basically Kain being Kain. =} now I just have to find one for Van's game
AND FINALLY ON TO THE CLEON.
I'm really not great at this. And it is only my second attempt (and first for two boys) at it ever so please for give me if the lemon isn't perfect.
XOXOXOXOXOX
They'd come in from patrol only to find a slumber party in Terra and Luneth's room. Squall hadn't seemed too surprised but Cloud sure had been. The party broke up when the group saw them framed in the doorway and after giving each other long suffering looks, Cecil and Ferion had said they would take the next shift because they were still in their wet armour. The other warriors slowly dispersing to their own rooms after that. Luckily for their Fearless Leader they shared rooms in the order they arrived in, so he was already sharing with Ferion. The only deviation from this being when Bartz had agreed to trade rooms with Luneth. So the Treasure hunter ended up sharing rooms with Cecil and Luneth of course bunked with Terra. Cloud shared with Squall, a fact for which the both of them were grateful. Zidane and Tidus shared the room at the end of the hall.
With a soft sigh of contentment the ex-SOLDIER sank into the deepest part of the pool, letting muscles too long on alert relax a tiny bit. Squall had taken the fastest bath on record and headed back to their room already. Cloud had finished awhile ago but was taking as long as possible to just soak in luxurious pool of hot water.
The room was done all in white marble, included the two benches that sat under the two smaller cooler waterfalls along the east wall. A larger one came out of the north wall and supplied the pool with a continuous supply of clean hot water.
Hearing a small clanging sound in the entry way he rose with a sigh to rinse off and started toward his and Squall's room, allowing Cecil and Ferion access to the room so they could warm up. Their side of the hallway had only two rooms on it with the tub room in between. Ferion's and the Fearless Leaders was the other room and it sat nearest the entrance hall. The other three rooms took up the other side of the hallway.
The rooms themselves were quiet simple. Each was a different colour and held only two beds pushed into the far corners from the door and two desks in the corners beside the door. Two doors in between each set on both sides, one leading to a bathroom the other a closet. Slipping into the room as quietly as possible only caused Squall a momentary shift before he dropped back into sleep. His jacket and belts all draped over the bottom two bedposts, 'cept for his wrist belts as they were secured to the head board, his leather pants and white shirt folded neatly and placed on the desk.
Always was the perfect house keeper.
Cloud let the thought sit in his mind as he had been letting all thoughts about the other collect on the way back to the temple. Together he was given a picture of a fairly simple life. Spent living with those he once thought long lost and loving this stubborn solitary man. A life he found himself missing.
The teen was bare from the waist up covers pooled there and under those white sheets Cloud knew there would be tailored blue dress slacks with gold trim.
With a sigh Cloud shrugged out of his own black clothes and tossed them over the desk chair, before sliding into his old SOLDIER pants. That done he settled down on his bed and pulled out his Buster Blade, a cloth and his whetstone.
Watching the other man toss in his sleep, Cloud began humming under his breath as he worked on cleaning and sharpening his blade. As the other began to settle and lie still the humming slipped into words as Cloud let himself become absorbed in his task.
And even though the moment passed me by
I still can't turn away
Cuz all the dreams you never thought you'd lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Got lost or thrown away
The song, as always, reminded the blonde of Leon, whom Cloud had begun to remember slowly since Squall's own song. Leon was the person who he felt he'd been missing, the person he knew belonged with him and to him. What the blonde didn't know was if this quiet, disinterested and disengaged teen was, as of yet, Cloud's work-a-holic lover. The one who spent at least an hour of his day, every day ranting about killing the hyper active ninja that had attached herself to his side, much the same way Bartz and Zidane had done here.
And now we're grown up orphans
And never knew their names
We don't belong to no one
That's a shame
But you could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
And I won't tell no one your name
And I won't tell 'em your name
The humming had woken him up. It wasn't an unusual occurrence; the blonde often did it while he worked. He'd done it even before they had gotten their crystals and seemed to happen almost without the vocalist's knowledge. Any other time he would have ignored it and gone right back to sleep, but the melody was achingly familiar. He'd heard the older man hum it often as he moved through their house. Most often when he did the dishes or made coffee. (The only thing he could actually make with out the kitchen being destroyed.) But no matter how many times he had asked the blonde the other man had refused to give him the words. Cloud always claimed Leon would get embarrassed and then he'd end up banishing Cloud to the couch for a week.
Listen raptly to the words now given to that too familiar melody Squall could almost understand why he would worry about that. It certainly felt like the other man was singing about him. He worked very hard at appearing asleep when he felt weight of the other man's eyes fall on him. Though he knew Cloud wouldn't be fooled. They stayed like that for a few seconds before he heard the other man move and those rough hands suddenly came to rest on the bridge of his nose, right where the scar ran.
And scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there?
Did you get to be a star?
And don't it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are?
He allowed gun-metal grey eyes to slid open at the questions, so that he was suddenly looking up into bright glowing blue framed in a rather melancholy face.
"Cloud . . ."
A slight shake of the head of the blonde's head as those fingers followed the scars path to his cheek bone before following that down so the blonde was now holding his chin.
You(we) grew up way too fast
And now there's nothing to believe
And reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
And I won't tell no one your name
.
And I won't tell 'em your name
He really had, Cloud knew. Taken from the place he knew and trained to kill without remorse all before most children could ride a bike would force even the strongest child to grow up to be disillusioned about things other children would believe in. Things like good will, honesty, trust, and the sense of belonging. Those things would have fast become ill-afforded luxuries. So that young boy had become a cool, calm and serious self-reliant strategist. Perfectly capable of planning around any eventuality and able to make the logical decision. The Warrior of Light himself often sought out the young man's counsel, for everything from guard duty pairs to battle strategy.
I think about you all the time
But I don't need the same
.
It's lonely where you are
Come back down
.
And I won't tell 'em your name
Then he used his grip on the other man's chin to fuse their mouths together, swallowing the younger man's gasp before using the other surprise to lay claim to his mouth and letting his body slide down over the younger man's. Their groans mixing together at the small fiction through their pants and pulling Squall's mouth from his as his head went back.
"Damn Lionheart, miss me much?" He smirked down at the now blushing gunblader beneath him. "These pants you wear to bed here are completely fucking sexy on you. Is the jacket that goes with them equally tight? Can you model it for me when we get home?"
"Dammit Strife! Let me up! We can not do this here!" Squall whispered harshly as he put both hands on the older man's chest, fully intending to push him off. That was when the blonde's right hand (which hand been hanging over the side of the bed, Squall realized belatedly.) came up faster then he could follow holding. . . .
One of his own belts. Squall's eyes widened as Cloud used it to tie his wrist tightly together and then pulled them over his head, using one of the smaller belts already attached to the head board to keep them there. Squall averted his eyes, refusing to acknowledge that the action had caused all the remaining blood in his system to rush downward and his hips rocked upward slightly, betraying him to the blonde hovering above him. Completely sexy smirk on his lips.
"Cloud." He growled up the entirely too smug blonde. Who simple continued to smirk down at him, hands slowly drifting down his captive's chest toward his pants as he spoke.
"We are so doing this here, Lionheart. There's no ninja waiting to ambush us with her camera. No Sora to wander in completely clueless with his inane questions. No Aerith or Riku with their politely nosy question. No Tifa waiting to kick both our asses because she can't figure out which one of us needs protecting more."
The blonde had been working at undoing his pants and, with another smirk tossed up at Squall, tugged them off in one smooth movement drawing a surprised gasp from the SeeD's lips.
"Dammit Strife! I mean it we really -"
His sentence was halted as Cloud growled low in his throat before shoving his legs apart and swallowing him whole. Forcing Squall to bite his lip to keep from yelling at the sensation and drawing the other warrior's attention. The blonde seemed to take the solitary whimper that managed to escape as a challenge to ramp up his game.
Which was unfair as the blonde had a sinfully talented mouth on an off day. Squall remembered as one of those cool hands moved to toy with his balls and the other entered him with something cold and slick on his fingers, finding and teasing his prostrate with practiced ease.
"Ah -mm ah, Cloud!" He managed to breath out, hoping to catch the other man's attention long enough to convince him to stop. The blonde only rolled his eyes upward to take in his exotic catch, tongue swirling around the head of his erection as he did so. The Younger man's cheeks were dusted pink and his chest heaved with his gasps as he tried to keep quiet. He tugged at the bonds holding him, mostly on reflex as his hips finally rocked upward to meet Cloud's mouth. The silence spell Cloud had cast around the room when he'd gotten back from the bathroom would ensure they weren't disturbed, and that no one would hear the sounds he could pull from the normally quiet teen but him. However he saw no reason to mention that to the mercenary.
The blonde wanted him so far gone that he forgot, he was supposed to be keeping quiet.
Dragging his teeth slowly and carefully up the other man's erection he licked the tip before pulling away just enough to ask his next question.
"Still want me to stop?"
He smirked as the stubborn young man used the pause in Cloud's ministrations to attempt to collect himself. Smug smirk still in place Cloud lowered his mouth down then other as his fingers viscously stabbed his prostrate.
"Oh god." Was followed by another tug on the belts. "Strife, you fucking tease!" The breathy words had Cloud squeezing his balls hard with his free hand, painfully hard, relishing in the tremor he caused in that already too tense body. "No dammit . . . oh god no. I swear I will fucking hurt you if you stop now."
Pulling his hand out from lubing and teasing Squall with his last ether, Cloud slid his own pants down to his knees, taking great satisfaction in the whimper the other made as his fingers left his body.
"Finally ready to surrender . . Leon?" Cloud barely whispered the question in his ear. Still that smaller body still shuddered in response to the name.
"Dammit Strife. Just . . . Just fuck me already!"
The blonde slid in slowly, drawing as many sounds from the man beneath him as he could as that much more nimble body squirmed under his, trying to entice him to move faster. His growing smirk vanishing with Squall's next threat.
"If you don't get your ass in gear, Strife I swear I will trade rooms with Zidane! I so fucking swear-"
His words stopped as Cloud actually began to move with practiced ease and quick fluid movements, bring that much smaller body to the edge only to ease off at the very last moment.
"Cloud!" A desperate plea now, yelled just loud enough to appease the blonde as he lowered his mouth to the brunette's ear again to whisper his own threat into it.
"Do so and I will take it as a personal challenge to molest you everywhere else. . . Around the camp fire, on the battlefield . . . everywhere."
A whimper from the shy teen at the thought and Cloud judged that he was almost embarrassed enough, but he knew just how to make it better.
"I can even think of a few of our enemies that would enjoy the show."
He smirked one last time before wrapping one hand around Squall's now over sensitve erection and brought the other man screaming before he could make a come back. Cloud losing himself soon after in the tightness and the familiar taste and feel of the body under his.
As their heartbeats began to slow down Cloud rolled them so that Squall was draped over him and reached up to undo the other mans now abused wrists, before wrapping his arms around his catch.
"You know it is actually okay for you to get attached to the people here. We can always just steal Sora's gummi ship and go and find all their worlds. We could find Tidus's girl and let her know what happened to him, let her know he was glad to be able to help her. Meet Cecil's kid and Terra's orphans. Find out what kind of crazy princess would fall for the idiot monkey. See if the Fearless Leader manages to find a way to Ferion's garden and if not we could offer him a lift. We could meet the Pirate Queen fast enough to steal treasure from under Bartz's nose, and try some of Luneth's father's cooking to see if it's as good as he claims."
He took a deep breath before finishing his thought, letting his hands ghost over the suddenly tense body resting on top of his own.
"Unlike the rest of them we aren't trapped in just one world, and for all the times he's interrupted my ravishing of you Sora owes me at least this favour."
The gunblader raised his head slightly to take in the too knowing blonde falling asleep under him, before moving to press his lips softly against the blonde's.
"I supposed we can at that."
XOXOXOXOXOX
Okay DONE!
I really do think this song fits Squall.
Song: Name
Artist: Goo Goo Dolls
LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK PLEASE! It will help me decided if I should ever bother with the 012 set or just toss it.
WoL/Ferion. . . .tub room . . . Squall/Cloud
-great hall...Side exit-
Cecil/Bartz...Terra/Luneth...Zidane/Tidus
and the set up of rooms encase I confused you.
Ja ne
Kat