Hello again.  I've been busy, busy, busy, recently with juggling college, art, writing fanfics, writing my book Stella Starseeker, looking after my pony Lady and surviving Final Fantasy Eight.  So this chapter had been delayed from immediate write-up to eventual write-up.  But it's done now. 

Disclaimer and warnings still apply.  Go back to chapter one and read them again if it is really that important to you. 

Breach Of Contract

To wake sleeping beauty.

The room was dark.  Traverse Town's orange lanterns lazily spilled a little light in the window to penetrate this darkness.  This light did very little save from illuminating the gloom enough to recognise its darkness.  It must be late then.  Leon was well and truly held down by Cloud, who had one arm over his waist, the other curled between them, gripping tight onto his leather jacket.  Cloud had also thrown his right leg over Leon's left.  Leon did not want to move but his excuse was that he didn't want to wake up Cloud.  The blonde sleepily moaned and brushed his lips against Leon's shoulder. 

The brunette shivered.  'Must not think it,' he told himself silently.  'I'm only his comfort blanket right now.  He'll probably jump a mile when he wakes up.  It's this 'Seph' he wants, not me.'  With these thoughts still in mind, Leon allowed himself to fall back to sleep.

The pain was overwhelming.  Cerberus, the three-headed guard-dog of the underworld towered over him, snapping each of its three sets of teeth menacingly. 

"Hey hold on, I can help you," said a voice from behind him.

"I can handle it," Cloud grunted in reply, reaching for his buster sword which had fallen beside him, just out of reach.  His fingers closed around the sword and he struggled to his feet.  The great dog reared up and slammed back down to the ground, the resultant shockwave knocked Cloud off his feet and onto his side.  The dog leant one of its heads closer, its fetid breath washed over his senses and it growled.

"What are you trying to do?" screamed the man standing far behind him.  "Commit suicide?"

Cloud pushed up on his arms, breathing heavily in exhaustion.

"Trying to forget," he panted and looked up at the dog determinedly.  He swept the sword over one shoulder and sped towards Cerberus, intending to slash one of its heads.  With a gigantic sweep of its paw, Cerberus swept Cloud aside as if he weighed nothing. 

Hercules gasped and hoisted him over his shoulder but Cloud was dead to this world.

Cloud's mind began to wander through time.  He saw a long blue corridor.  He saw military codes and written assignments.  He stood to attention in a line of men as heavy footsteps thudded towards them.  He longed to turn his head and see who approached but he could not.  It all slowly faded into a vision of silver hair and green eyes.

"Seph!"

Cloud woke up.  He had absolutely no idea where he was.  He was lying against someone, but whom?  Cloud could remember nothing.  He shifted slightly and felt a heavy pain over his right side.

"Nngh."  Where did that wound come from?  He moved his wing slightly.  Still there then. 

There was a slight orange glow to the room, he noticed as he tried to move again without disturbing his injury.  He sat up slightly on his left arm and grimaced at the pain.  Then he opened his eyes again and looked down at the source of the warmth that had encompassed him.  Long brown hair covered most of his face.  He wore a short leather jacket that Cloud realised he was gripping tight onto, a white shirt and a chain with an odd lion pendant. (AN: Whooohooo!  I'm getting one of those by airmail soon.  Rock on, EBay!)  He moved his right arm from the other man's waist and brushed aside some of his brown hair to get a better look at him.  He had pale, perfect skin, with a huge battle scar across his perfect nose.  Cloud stroked his fingers along the scar and sighed.  Did he know this man?  Everything that had happened since he had signed Hades' contract was blurred.  There was a kid with brown hair.  And a talking duck and a talking dog.  Talking duck and talking dog?  He felt that he must have been more concussed than he had thought.  There was nothing else, it was all gone.  He thought back over his old life, his old world, Vincent Valentine (AN: Purrrrrr!….) the man he had left behind.  And there was someone else.  Who did those green eyes belong to?  Cloud couldn't remember.

He brushed his lips over that scar and ran his fingers down his cheek.  He couldn't move away, the pain was becoming even more intense as he sat up to look at the man who had taken him in.  He lay back down again with a sharp sigh of pain. 

Leon stirred and Cloud grunted as the other man's arm touched his injured side.  Leon noticed and moved away, slowly opening his eyes.  As he opened them, he saw another pair of eyes, deep blue and strangely shimmering in the orange gloominess. 

"Where am I?" Cloud asked sleepily, still holding onto the brunette's jacket with one hand.

"Sorry.  You wouldn't let go," said Leon trying to move away.

"Don't leave," Cloud muttered, sounding a little more panicky than he had wanted and refusing to let go of his jacket.  "Do we know each other?"

Leon didn't know how to answer that so he didn't respond at all.

Cloud wondered why he didn't get an answer and observed Leon's gently brooding features with confusion.

"Who are you?" he decided to ask.

"Squall Leonhart," Leon answered and sighed.  "But you must call me Leon."

"Why?"

"Because, Cloud, that's what they call me round here."  Leon answered evasively.

Cloud looked at his frowning expression and smiled a little.  He was prettier asleep than awake! This 'Leon' seemed evasive and tense.  Cloud wondered what had happened to him to make him this way.

"Hey, when did we meet?"  Cloud asked, changing the subject a little.

"Have you lost your memory or something?"

'Gods, is this guy impossible to talk to,' thought Cloud. 

"Yeah.  Its …uh… all gone.  Mostly.  Can you …um…fill me in?  How long have we known each other?"

Leon sighed and frowned.  "This is the first time I've spoken to you."

"Oh … right," Cloud replied uncertainly.  "So what am I doing in your bed?"

"Like I said you wouldn't let go," Leon answered and tried again to move away.  Cloud was still holding tight.  "You still won't let go."

"I'm not finished with you yet.  So how did you know my name?  Did you speak to Hercules?"

"Who?  I found you in a right state lying on the street."

"What street?   Where is this?  What's going on?  How do you …. Ngh!"  The pain became too much again and exhausted, he had to flop back down again beside the mysterious stranger. 

"Agh, damn," Cloud groaned, grasping onto Leon's jacket with both hands and burying his face into his neck. 

"Hey, you need to relax," Leon said gently.  "It's all OK; I'm not trying it on with you.  I'll leave if you'll let go."

"No, don't go please," whispered Cloud breathily against Leon's neck. 

"OK, OK, I'll stay," Leon answered and tentatively began to stroke Cloud's hair.  He had a creeping sense of doing the absolute wrong thing for this situation but the little blonde man was so irresistible. 

Cloud whimpered adorably and moulded himself tight against Leon's body with a slight grunt from the pain this caused. 

Leon thought that Cloud was going to sleep again but he was wrong, moments later he felt Cloud's lips cautiously kissing his neck.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Thanking you," Cloud replied.

"You don't need to do that."

"Nnghh!  I want to…"  Cloud groaned as he tried to move. 

Leon looked down and saw the need in Cloud's eyes.  It was obvious what the blonde wanted, to forget the questions, the uncertainty, the confusion and the pain.  But the blonde had spoken in his sleep, of somebody else, Leon wouldn't take advantage.

"No.  You have someone else."

"Huh?  Who?"

"Seph?"

"Huh?"  Cloud looked genuinely confused.

"You spoke in your dream, Seph." 

Cloud searched his memories.  Seph had the green eyes?  He couldn't remember.  Right now, he didn't think it mattered either.

"No, there's no-one."

Leon looked down at the man he had found.  He knew that this was completely wrong, he knew he shouldn't be doing it.  Even if Cloud wanted him, it was only to help him forget the pain. 

But it was too late.  Leon moved down so he was face to face with Cloud, so the one-winged blonde wouldn't have to move much.  He brought his hand to his face and searched it for any trace of uncertainty.  There wasn't any there, just pure need.  Cloud's eyes fluttered closed at his touch. 

It was too late now, Leon was completely lost.  He moved forward and began to kiss Cloud's lips, slowly and gently, tasting the soil and a slight coppery tang of blood.  But beyond that he tasted something else and it was that something else that made him deepen the kiss crushing Cloud into his arms but carefully avoiding the wound in his side. 

Cloud responded with equal fervour and the blissful feelings took him over.  His confusion and pain were forgotten in the moment.

Meanwhile downstairs, a calm Aerith was trying to fight off a pacing, annoyed Yuffie. 

"Look, he's just getting downright rude.  We need to go and find out exactly what's going on up there," she snapped down at Aerith who was sat patiently on the settee. 

"I'm sure its fine.  Leon knows what he's doing."

"Does he though, picking up some damned stranger."

"Cloud isn't a stranger, he's terribly nice.  I used to know him…"

"Lucky co-incidence," interrupted Yuffie snappily.  "Besides, if you knew him, you should be the one sorting him out.  He didn't even give us a … right that's it.  I'm going up there."

Yuffie turned and stomped her way up the stairs.  Aerith sighed and followed, it would be nice to see how Cloud was doing anyway.

Neither Cloud nor Leon noticed the stomping before it was too late.  Cloud was proving to Leon with his tongue that he really wasn't quite as weak as the brunette had anticipated.  Leon was trying to hold himself back from pouncing on this gorgeous creature.  He didn't want to hurt him, he just wanted to dominate him but that was out of the question.  Cloud pulled away slightly, with a few heavy lingering kisses to Leon's swollen lips.

It was in this moment that Yuffie flung open the door and stamped her way inside.  Aerith stood in the door frame.  Yuffie had quite a shock once her eyes had adjusted to the lack of light.  Squall and Cloud were laid tangled up on the bed both looking well and truly kissed.  Aerith's eyes also widened at the sight. 

Cloud was trying to look across but could barely move.  Leon was scowling at them both with a death-glare even more dangerous than usual.

Yuffie was not intimidated this time though.  She was absolutely livid.  "Explain!" she demanded, glaring at Leon. 

She was answered with silence. 

There we go.  Wahey!  Yuffie interrupted just as it was getting good.  Rahahahaha!!  I wanted this to be across two chapters but it never turned out that way.  Now my plan has to change. *sigh* the next chapter shouldn't be too distant I hope.  However don't hold me to that   ^^  Please review if you will!