Hey!

So. I am having the WORST case of Sod's Law at the moment. My tablet died, I had a car crash, my phone deleted this chapter so I had to re-write it, a customer chucked her shoe at me during work and I dropped my Maths assignment in a puddle. Yep. Horrendous week. But, I did see Godzilla yesterday, and that was brilliant.

Okay, rant over. On with the show!

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A LIGHT IN THE DARK

CHAPTER 12

Leon woke to a faceful of soft, blonde spikes and a warm body still cradled in his arms. He allowed a soft smile to creep onto his face, hidden by Cloud's hair. He pulled away and the blonde turned to look at him, eyes filled with confusion and loss.

It made his heart wrench, but he continued to let go.

"I can't stay forever, Cloud." Leon mumured, standing up and walking out the room. "I'll be back later."

The door clicked shut, and the blonde buried himself beneath the blankets, trying to re-create the warmth that Leon provided him with.

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Setzer scowled as he watched Sephiroth pace constantly. It was starting to irk him, and he did not hesitate to make that fact known.

"You've really got to stop that." He mumbled. "Just find a new whore and fuck him instead."

Sephiroth glared at Setzer, eyes narrowed. "Apologies." He replied in a cool tone. "I thought you wanted your best slut back."

Setzer raised his eyebrows and looked away.

"No arguments there." He sighed, before glancing back at Sephiroth. "What makes you think they'll let you see him?" He asked. "He's ruined, he's at the hospital, the police will probably be investigating the situation -"

Sephiroth stopped suddenly, a twisted sort of grin spreading across his face. He strode over to Setzer's desk, yanking a drawer open and rifling through the documents inside.

He pulled out a small stack of photos, sneering.

"Don't you worry about that." Sephiroth purred, swiftly leaving the brothel.

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Leon flung his keys onto his kitchen table and threw himself on his settee, flicking the telly on and allowing the sounds of Top Gear to wash over him.

But his mind was abuzz with thoughts.

'I love Cloud.'

It was a fact that he had been refusing to believe for years. He told himself that his yearning for the blonde was just an innocent childhood crush, a fantasy that he had created for himself.

Unlike the less-than-innocent fantasies that he had invented over the years.

While he had once refused to admit to himself that he loved Cloud, he did not stop himself from masturbating to the thought of his friend every night.

He bring himself to climax with a soft moan of his friend's name, and as his chest heaved and the pleasurable aftershocks died off, the guilt would set in.

Even now, as he let images of Cloud fill his mind's eye, his cock starting to press painfully against his tight trousers, the brunette did not stop himself from slowly dipping his hand and unzipping his trousers, freeing his now-throbbing cock and letting it rest in his palm.

Grey eyes slid shut as he started to rub slowly, and his sexual fantasies filled his mind - Cloud writhing beneath him, moaning and begging and screaming, bright eyes staring lustfully as he pressed into the blonde's tight heat.

Images of the younger man on his knees, his plush lips wrapped around his cock as a blonde head bobbed eagerly, taking his dick into his mouth and sucking vigorously. Leon moaned when he imagined pulling out and marking the blonde, his pretty face streaked with come.

His thoughts drifted back, memories of Cloud masturbating in the next room washing over him and he cried out, his come covering his hand and his panting muffled by the revving of the cars from the telly.

As Leon calmed down, the guilt did not plague him like it usually did. The times he had felt dirty and wrong for being aroused by his friend now seemed unjust, all because he had admitted to himself that he truly loved Cloud.

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Cloud fiddled with the edge of his blanket, his thoughts drifting back to the cuddle he and Leon shared earlier.

He wanted Leon, he truly loved the older man, but at the same time, he also found himself wishing that Sephiroth was with him, for the affection he would undoubtedly be showered with.

Affection through sex and the words of praise.

He was happier around Leon, but the man had once again cast him to the side, leaving him to the company of the cruel voice that resided in his head.

The voice that crushed his hope the same way Sephiroth crushed his bones.

The door to his room opened and Cloud looked up, hoping it was Leon, but his face fell slightly as a cool voice filled the small room, a sneer plastered on the tall man's face.

"Good to see you, Cloud."

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The original version of this was so much better *sigh*. Next chapter promises to be better, and things will start to move forward.