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Cloud
I stared at the ceiling, contemplating on life in general.
...See him today when he's not expecting you. See what you find. See if he's not a lying man-whore that only wants sex.
I sighed. "Silly Zack. Sephiroth is a lying man-whore that only wants sex."
It only took a couple of hours on a bad hangover and a major case of loneliness on my bed to realize how horrible life was without Squall...Leon. I missed him a lot. I felt horrible for snapping at him yesterday. I just wanted to take everything back. Kiss him passionately. Tell him how I feel as well.
Tell him that...I love him.
I know what you're saying? How can you say it's love? So soon? You're basically contradicting your words you said to Leon.
I know. But I know what I'm feeling toward Leon is love. This feeling... I recognize it.
I only felt this way once in my life. When Sephiroth would ignore me for days, the state of depression I would get to, anxiety taking over me. Or when he would surprise me with some roses and a kiss, how my heart would melt and instantly forget all the pain he caused for me. How when he told me he loved me, I felt it inside. I felt like I never wanted to leave that man, and every time I did, life suddenly became a whole lot heavier. And when he broke up with me? If it wasn't for Zack, I would've been killed myself.
Zack... aw man do I have so much apologizing to do to him. I hope he can forgive me. I hope Leon can forgive me as well. Sheesh. I managed to screw up so many of my relationships in one day. And to think the only person left for me is Sephiroth.
I still don't know how to feel about him. Was Zack telling the truth? Was Sephiroth telling the truth? Was Leon serious when he confessed his love for me? I hugged myself and rolled over onto my side. I hope he was. Because I was actually planning to call up Leon and reveal how I feel as well.
Yea, that's right. Like a pissy two-year old bitch.
I looked at the clock. It was 9:43 at night. This was the time where Zack was on break. He usually spent his break at the Starbucks across from the strip joint he works at. He would hang there and drink his mocha for about 20 minutes before he left. If I left fast enough, I would have about ten minutes to explain myself. I gulped.
I ran towards the closet to look for a jacket. I looked at myself at my full-body mirror. I had on my PJ's, which was a big baggy jersey of a team I didn't even recognize myself. It was a present from my mom. I had it since I was 12. And it's still as baggy as it was then.
I bit my bottom lip. I looked like crap. But who cared? I was going for one reason and one reason only. I didn't have anyone to impress.
I grabbed the first jacket I saw, slipped on some sandals, and grabbed my keys, running out the front door and into the parking lot. I forgot to buckle my seat-belt and drove off quickly in search of my best friend.
~~~~Cleon~~~~
I ran into the Starbucks building and looked around for Zack. Sure enough, he was in his favorite corner, staring out through the window with an angry face. I smiled. I found him just on time.
"Excuse me, sir! But there's a no loitering rule here. Are you going to buy something or make your way out?" the cashier asked. I groaned and trudged over to him, looking for the cheapest thing on the menu. Zack noticed my presence and rolled his eyes, picking up his stuff and making his way out. I gasped. No no no no no... am I too late?
"Just... give me something!" I shouted at the cashier. He raised an eyebrow and handed me a coffee. I threw a $10 bill at him and ran out, trying to catch up to Zack.
"Zack, wait!" I called. He stopped and turned around, his face showing he was not amused. I flashed a weak smile. "You want my coffee?" He rolled his eyes and continued to walk again. I ran after him. Once I finally caught up to him, I put my hand on his shoulder. "Wait! Please, can we just talk?"
He stopped and sighed, checking his phone for the time. "You have two minutes."
"I'm incredibly sorry for what I said to you last night. You know I would never mean such a thing to you! You've been my best friend since I was nine. We go far, okay? Hopefully you can see through me and realize that my apology is completely and utterly true. I just really want you to-"
Zack pulled me into a very tight hug.
"Forgive me?" I squealed, my face turning red from the lack of air. Did he forget that he was a whopping 200 pounds and I was a measly 120?
"Apology long accepted, Spiky." He let me go and smiled.
Once I took a deep breath, I smiled along with him. "I'm really sorry-"
"Say no more. You were drunk. I know you weren't yourself. I was just being a little bitch. I'm the one who should apologize." We both laughed. And that is why we were able to make our friendship last for so long. We never held grudges against each other. And we realized we're only looking out for the other.
He looked me over. "You look like shit. But you work it somehow. Aren't those your pajamas?"
"Oh shut up," I replied. He laughed.
The sound of a bass beating thudded through the ground. I looked around. "You hear that?" I asked.
Zack raised an eyebrow and frowned, looking over at something. I followed his stare over to none other than Sephiroth's house. I forgot he lived in an odd spot in the corner of an intersection. And he never had curtains. His windows flashed a room with red lights and a bunch of dancing people in it. I widened my eyes. He never told me he was having a party.
"Hey Zack... did you know he was throwing a party?"
Zack shook his head. "You?"
"No..." I mumbled, anger starting to bubble inside of me. Is this why he told me to meet him tomorrow and not today? What was to hide? Who was exactly invited to this party that was so much better than me, his boyfriend/ex-boyfriend/friend-with-benefit? Sheesh, we really need to DTR.
Determine The Relationship, btw.
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I pursed my lips. "As usual, Zack. You were right."
"About Sephiroth?" Zack huffed.
"I'm gonna go and investigate. You go back to your before I get you fired."
Zack grinned. "They wouldn't fire me. I bring in too many customers." He winked. As big-headed as that sounded, we both knew that it was true. I took a deep breath. Zack kissed my forehead. "Whatever happens, just know I got your back."
I nodded, and we split our ways.
I drove my car over to the side of the street near his house, seeing as how the driveway had no more space. I stepped out and gulped. Whatever happened, just know that you don't need him. You have Leon that'll hopefully take you back in his arms. Expect the worse, Cloud.
I rang the doorbell. I heard loud banging, and the door finally opened, but it wasn't Sephiroth who opened it. It was Seifer, that guy who was part of that unwilling threesome I had. Apparently he remembered this too, as he eyed me up and down, a smirk on his face. I wanted to slap him so badly.
"Well hello there, pretty boy. What brings you here? Wanted some more?" His breath smelled of beer and semen, a combination I wasn't interested in. He pointed to my lower portion of my body. "You wearing something under there this time?"
I decided to ignore his perverted comments. "Is Sephiroth here?"
"Well of course he is. Since when is the host not at his own party? I see you came extremely casually late."
"Excuse me," I mumbled, pushing through him. I didn't bother looking back to see his reaction. Instead, I looked around fervently for a sign of long, silver hair. I saw him at the party table, pouring himself some beer while bobbing to the music. I walked over to him, trying my best to squeeze through the grinding people blocking my way. "Sephiroth?" I yelled over the booming bass as I tapped on his shoulder.
He turned around, giving me a look mixed with confusion and anger. "The fuck? This is Larry."
Oh. Shit.
I gulped. "I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else." And I turned around quickly, searching the crowd again. Someone grabbed me and started dry-humping me from behind, trying to lift my jersey up.
"Hey sexy thing. What do ya say we go somewhere more quiet?"
I elbowed him on the balls and quickly walked away, leaving him waling on the floor. Where in the hell was Sephiroth?
A woman nudged me on the side and pointed at me, looking down at me due to her six-inch heels. Nevermind. Regardless of how high her heels were, people generally had to look down at me.
"Hey! I know you! You're Sephiroth's bitch that everyone talks about!" she shouted over the music.
I gulped. "Bitch?" I wouldn't call it that. Was that what he was telling everyone?
"Yeah! You looking for him, aren't you? I'm not surprised. A bitch needs to be around his master, right? He's upstairs!" She had a slight New Jersey accent, and her tan was obvious that it was fake and poorly put on.
I gritted my teeth. "Call me a bitch one more time, and I'll pop one of those bad boob jobs you got sitting there on your chest." She gave me a horrified look. "Think of it as a favor. It looks like shit."
"You look like shit!" she shouted, flipping her hair and walking away. I know bitch. I look like shit. But at least I'm aware of it.
I warily looked over at the stairs, where Sephiroth's fate lied in whatever I was about to see. I pushed through the crowd of drunk, dancing people and made my way up the stairs. I passed by a bathroom occupied by a man holding a girl's hair up while she puked her intestines out along with a line waiting outside. Then I reached Sephiroth's door, which was closed and had the sign "Occupied" attached to it. I pursed my lips.
Well I guess I'm special.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly turned the doorknob and peeked inside, only to see Sephiroth macking off with two guys looking like they just entered college. I gasped and pushed the door wide open. "Sephiroth?!" I cried.
"Can't you read the damn sign, you-" he stopped. Then he sheepishly smiled. "Hey...you! What are you doing here? I told you to come tomorrow."
I shook my head. "How long was this going on? Since we first dated?"
He got up and pushed the two boys away from him, walking to me. "Babe, it's not like that-"
"I don't know why I didn't see you for the man-whore you are. I hope you get herpes, you fucking slut!" I shouted, and I ran down the stairs, forcefully pushing through the crowd.
Sephiroth never followed.
I reached for the doorknob. Seifer stood in front of me.
"Get out of my way," I spat, giving him a dirty look.
He smirked. "No way. Not without a kiss to remind me how amazing those lips of yours are."
I huffed out a breath of air through my nose. "I said get out of my way."
"Didn't you hear me? Did I hesitate?" Seifer asked again, stepping a step closer to me, breaking my personal space bubble. I pursed my lips and kneed him in the balls. Two times I had to do this tonight. No wonder Zack didn't take me to clubs.
Seifer waled in pain and fell toward the floor, clutching his dick. I spat on him and opened the door, stepping outside and starting to cry. Why am I so sad? Didn't I tell myself to expect the worse? Didn't I stop loving him a while ago? Oh I get it.
Nothing can stop the pain from realizing the one you loved never loved you back.
Poor Leon. I understood where he was coming from now.
People do crazy things for love...
I gulped. Now I truly felt alone in this world.
I started to walk over to my car, only to see two guys hot-wiring it. I gasped and started running towards them. "HEY!" I screamed. "STOP! THAT'S MY CAR!"
They snickered and ran inside my car, speeding off quickly. I slapped the sides of my hips in exasperation, whining. Suddenly the sound of thunder cracked through the sky. I looked up. A drop of rain hit my face. And then a million more came crashing down. I looked down, tears pouring down my face, mixing with the rain.
"Can my life get any worse?" I screamed into the night sky. Then I peered out onto the street. Leon's house isn't far off from here. He's a lot closer than my house, I think. I looked back and forth, south and north at the two pathways I could take. I really had to hurry up and choose before I catch an pneumonia from this heavy rain.
Heavy Rain. Ha.
I pursed my lips and started walking. It wasn't worth it. I just bit my bottom lip and kept walking, constantly blinking away the tears from eyes. They kept falling anyway.
I looked up at the mansion. It took up the whole street. His grass was very well kept. I managed to walk past the security gate without them noticing me. The place was huge. It made it even more intimidating up close versus when I pass by it on my way to work.
Trudging up the ginormous driveway, I banged my fist on the doorbell, breathing heavily. That was a longer walk than I expected. It was only a five-minute drive from Sephiroth's house. I don't know how it took 40 instead.
A man of skinny stature and perfect posture slowly opened the door, looking me up and down. "May I help you, sire?" he asked me. He had a British accent.
I gulped. "Is Squall Leonhart home?"
"...yes..." the man stated.
"May I speak with him?" I asked, still breathing heavily from the walk. He gave me a peculiar look. I know how this looked. Me, a man with a crappy baggy jersey, now drenched with water and freezingly clinging to my body, was asking for such a prestigious billionaire who was probably counting his cash he made this week on a bed covered in silk, dressed in porcelain.
"I'll be one moment," the man told me, and he shut the door. I patiently waited there, awkwardly looking around. The front door was huge, and there were four cameras directly pointed at me. I looked up at them nervously. I felt like one of them was going to shoot me with a laser or something. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. It's not too late to just turn around and make my way back home-
The door opened, Leon standing there in a snuggly fitting gray t-shirt and some baggy black sweats, bare-footed. Of course he would be barefoot. His floor was probably spotless with all the maids coming around and cleaning it.
It wasn't what I was expecting him to wear. I was actually thinking more on the lines of a red silky robe with a pooch in his right hand. Regardless, even with this extremely casual pajama he had on, he still looked amazing. And his abs were protruding from him shirt rapidly trying to conceal it.
Leon stared at me, looking me up and down.
I gave him a weak smile. "Hey."
He blinked, his face unreadable. "You look like shit."
Gee, really? How many times was I told that today?
"You're wet."
Oh really? Thanks for letting me know. I'll just continue to stand here and get drenched by the rain and all.
"Come in, I'll try to find you some dry clothes."
I bit down on my bottom lip. "You sure it's okay? I am wet, and that floor looks-"
"Come in," he repeated, except this time it was a lot more firmly stated. I didn't question him anymore. I just walked in, the door automatically closing behind me. I followed Leon and looked back, staring at the wet trail of dirt I made. I bit down on my lip even harder.
After about a century of walking, he pointed to a long, fluffy looking couch. "Sit there while I try to find you some clothes that can fit you." He pressed a button on the wall.
"How may I help you, sir?" a lady asked through the intercom.
"Please come downstairs and assist my guest. Do whatever he asks."
"Yes, sir."
And he left.
I sighed, looking around. The mansion looked even bigger on the inside than it did on the out. The couch was insanely soft and comfortable. I felt like if I didn't watch myself, I would fall asleep on it.
A black lady rushed to me and smiled. "Welcome to this humble abode." She draped a large blanket over me. Another maid handed me some hot chocolate. I slowly accepted it. Another man placed a tray containing a steaming bagel and an assortment of spreads in front of me. The black lady next to me handed a remote to me, her smile never dying. "Is there anything you need, sir?"
I shook my head, feeling a bit overwhelmed at the hospitality I was receiving that I never asked for.
She nodded. "The remote is universal. It controls the TV, along with the couch's massage system, as well as the A/C and the stereo. To dim the lights, clap once. To turn off the lights, clap twice. To turn it on, clap twice again. Is there anything else, sir?"
"This is really great, thanks." I looked down. "If you don't mind... I left a dirty trail behind me when I came in-"
"That's already been taken care of, sir. Thank you for reminding me." Her smile still never faded.
I slowly nodded, feeling a bit awkward at her constant stare. "I'm good now, thanks."
She nodded quickly. "Just press that Call button on your remote if you need anything." And she scurried away.
I stared at the remote, looking for the TV buttons. I pressed the power button and was directed to a TV guide. Once I found HBO, I pressed the OK button and started to watch The Notebook as I sipped my hot chocolate. I pulled my blanket tighter. I was freezing cold from these wet clothes on me, and my hair was clinging to my face from its dampness.
After about fifteen minutes, an elevator opened, and Leon came walking through it, some clothes in his hand. He walked over to me and dropped them next to me. "Here," he said with a monotone voice. "Go to the bathroom and put these on. Come back out here when you're finished. Then just let me know when you're ready for me to take you home."
I looked up at him. His face was unreadable. "Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked him, feeling like a freeloader after all of this was done for me.
He shrugged. "I guess... people do crazy things for love." And for the first time since I've been here, his face finally showed some emotion: sadness. He walked over to a wall behind me and leaned against it, crossing his arms and pointing his eyes directly to the floor.
I gulped. Did that mean he still loved me?
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked, standing up after I placed the blanket and hot chocolate down.
He pointed. "Keep going straight until you see a door on the right."
I nodded and started to walk, passing by him and not giving him eye contact.
Once I was in the bathroom, I looked around, wondering if this was actually the bathroom. The bathroom itself was the size of my apartment, containing a polished floor, gold-lined mirrors, glistening sinks, a walk-in bathtub with a shower in it, and a hot-tub.
I started to strip, throwing my wet clothes on the floor. I took a look at the clothes Leon gave me. It was a white t-shirt with long red sleeves paired with some gray sweatpants. I held it up to my nose and sniffed. Sure enough, it smelt like him. The thought made me smile. I was actually going to put on Leon's clothes.
Only, when I actually put it on, the pants wouldn't stay on my waist. They kept sliding down to my ankles. And the shirt was about as baggy as my jersey, only bigger and longer, completely covering my backside all the way to my mid-thighs. I sighed. I wasn't surprised. Leon was tall and was built. I was short and scrawny. I guess I'm going pants-less again.
I made my way out of the bathroom, my clothes in my hand. An Asian maid bent over to me and took them, smiling and walking away. I'm guessing I would get those back later.
I passed by Leon again and sat back down on the couch, placing the rest of his clothes next to me.
He didn't move or look up from the floor. "Where's the pants?"
I shrugged. "They didn't fit. Don't worry, I have boxers on."
There was a silence. Leon scratched his head and walked over to me. "You ready for me to take you back home?"
I looked down. "Actually... if it's okay with you... I'd like to stay here for the night."
He raised his eyebrows and ran his hand through his hair. "I guess you can. I mean, I have plenty of guest rooms you can stay in-"
"In your room. With you." I looked up at him. He froze.
"I don't... have any airbeds or extra mattresses for you to sleep in."
"I know," I mumbled. "That's why I want to be in there with you."
He widened his eyes, my words taking him aback. "Are you suggesting that... you sleep with me?"
I gulped, something I did a lot so far. "That's exactly what I'm suggesting."
His face was unreadable for a moment, and then he looked back at the elevator and then at me. He looked me over, examining how I looked with his clothes on. His ears turned red. He slowly nodded. "You want... to sleep with me... on my bed... in my room... tonight?"
I weakly smiled. "If that's okay with you."
He stuck his tongue in his cheek and looked around, thinking of what he should do. Then he sighed and winced. "Alright."
My heart skipped a beat. He had no idea what I was planning to do tonight.
Leon
I paced my room, rapidly thinking through different scenarios of what could happen tonight. What was I doing? Why did Cloud want to sleep with me? Did he want to do what I think he wants to do? If so, why? Didn't he go off on me for telling him how I feel?
Which, in fact, is still burning strong.
What made him change his mind about me, if he changed his mind? I ran my hand down my face. He did look incredibly sexy and alluring in my shirt. It gave him a kind of innocent look for him. It made me wonder what was under there.
After minutes of putting up with my crazy imagination, the bathroom door finally opened, and Cloud closed it behind him. He put his two index fingers together, pressing them together over and over nervously. He kept his eye contact to the floor and stood there.
"Leon?" he asked, his eyes still to the floor. He still calls me Leon. We're still close.
"Y-yes?" I stuttered, trying to keep my composure.
He took a deep breath. "I acted really partial to you back at the office, and partial to myself as well. I was keeping myself from the truth. And I shunned you out as well because I couldn't put my past aside."
"Yeah...?" I said.
He gulped. "And, I'm asking that..."
"Asking that I what?"
He looked up, revealing a look of determination. "I ask that you make love to me."
I widened my eyes, plopping myself down on my bed due to the lack of support my knees gave me after giving out from hearing that statement. He did not just say what I think he said. Is he kidding? This isn't funny. He shouldn't play with my feelings like this.
"M-make... love?" I mumbled.
Cloud walked over to me, sitting himself on my lap. He wrapped one arm around my neck and his other hand placed itself on my chest. He smiled. "Your heart is beating fast. You still love me, don't you."
I blinked, gazing at him. What do I say? Confirm? Deny? If I confirm, will he flip at me again?
He looked up at me, his blue eyes dilated. "It's okay. It took me this long to realize that...I feel the same way."
"...Cloud?" I asked.
He put his forehead again mine.
"I love you," he whispered.
I widened my eyes, both of us gazing into each other. It took me a moment to process what he just told me. Did he really walk in the rain from his apartment all the way to my house, drenching himself in rain, ruining his sandals, just to tell me he loved me?
That's how I knew he was telling the truth.
I took his round, flawless, cheek into my hand and rubbed my thumb against it. "You don't have to do this," I replied softly. But truth is, I very much wanted to do this. I was crossing my fingers that he didn't suddenly back out. I've been dreaming about this day since I first met him.
Cloud pouted, breaking eye contact by looking down. "Are you saying... you don't want to do this?"
I smiled. "No no, it's nothing like that. Never like that," I chuckled. He looked back up at me. "It's just... I can't believe the man of my dreams is sitting on my lap right in front of me telling me that he loves me."
Cloud bit his bottom lip. "And it took that guy so long so realize how he truly felt."
Our faces went serious, and we both leaned in until our lips touched.
It was nothing like any of the previous kisses we shared. This one was different. More special. This time I could feel the sparks fly between us. I could feel the connection, as if our mouths were meant for each other. His lips were so full and smooth, whenever you kissed them, it was a memory that burned into your heart. And something about this kiss, made that burn into a scar. It was passionate. The other kisses were mainly lust. This one was purely of love.
The kiss slowly started to progress into a much more passionate one. Our lips moved quickly against each other. Cloud opened his mouth, and I opened mine, allowing each other to explore our canals.
We broke off, and Cloud ran his hands down my chest. When he reached the end of it, he lifted it over my head. I pulled it off, revealing my upper body, which wasn't that amazing if you asked me. But according to Cloud's eyes, it was good enough.
Cloud placed his hands on top of my pecks, smiling. "You're like a piece of perfection. Even your body is sculpted to look like a god's."
I lightly laughed. "No need to over-exaggerate."
He bit his bottom lip and untied my sweatpants. Grinning, I pushed him over to the bed and climbed on top of him. Cloud's cheeks turned pink, and he was still biting his lip, a habit that got me every time. I leaned in and hovered over his face, listening as his breathing became heavier.
I placed my head onto his chest and smiled. "Your heart is beating faster as well."
"I know. You aren't helping either."
I quickly pulled off his shirt, revealing a slightly pale body that was flawless.
Cloud blushed even deeper. "I know it's not as amazing as yours but-"
I sank my mouth into his, and soon moved over to his neck, nibbling on that soft part that always got him. Instantly, I felt him become weaker under me, moaning in pleasure. My mouth trailed down his body until it reached his boxers.
He pulled down mine. And he did the same for himself, sheepishly smiling, as if embarrassed about his body. How could he be? It fit him perfectly, and I wouldn't ask for it any differently. Besides, I wouldn't feel like I was in control if his was bigger than mine. Wink wink, nudge nudge.
"Have you ever done this before?" I asked him.
He nodded guiltily. I smiled. I couldn't believe this was happening.
Slowly, I entered inside him his legs wrapping around my waist. He gasped, biting his lip down hard as his face went red. I looked at him with concern. "Are you okay?" I whispered.
He nodded and flashed me a weak smile. "It's just... it was never this big."
I lightly laughed, and I kissed him gently, slowly moving in and out as his hands explored my back, moaning in pure pleasure.
"Excuse me, sire," my butler started as he walked in. "But I believe-" He stopped, slowly taking in the situation. Cloud gasped and hid his face under my chest. I groaned, my ears turning red.
"Knocking, butler," I sighed. "Knocking."
The butler's face boiled in embarrassment. "I apologize." And he quickly shut the door.
Great. It wouldn't be the same now.
Cloud giggled, wrapping his arms around my neck, smiling. "Why'd you stop?"
I swear, I couldn't more happier than at this moment. He was perfect for me. I finally found the person that I love, that loves me back. I didn't care about the state of his house, or his past relationship with a good-looking stripper. I didn't care about what people would say at work once they found out about this. I would just smile and accept it with pride.
"I love you," I mumbled, gazing down at him and I kept inserting it back and forth.
He put his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. "I love you too."
And the night only got better from that point on.
