Disclaimer: I in no way own Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy VII or Final Fantasy VIII. Don't sue; I'm simply an E5 in the USN, therefore I have no money. Ha.

A/N: You could say this isn't Kingdom Hearts. But it isn't quite FF7, either. Further explanation's at the bottom of this thing. Enjoy.

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Cloud slowly lifted his head from its soft resting place, regretting the action as the warmth his makeshift pillow had been providing him leaked from his cheek. A tired sigh, a groan of dismay at the forced movement he was incurring upon himself, the young warrior raised a hand to lift sweat-dampened bangs out of his face and attempt to fluff his hair back into its regular spiked formation.

As the body under him tiredly heaved, he allowed a small, shy smile to slide across his lips. He let his fingers slide form his hair to his partner's frame, lightly stroking the firmly muscled form he was resting upon. The shiver of pleasure that slid under that skin and over that flesh was a tremor barely detected by Cloud's thickly calloused fingertips.

It had been an intense event, driving both young males to their pinnacles of performance, urging them to strive towards that plateau of nearly orgasmic urgency that so few beings actually attain. They'd given their all, their blood, their sweat, their spirits towards their devotion to one another. They'd given their hearts to make one another happy.

Surging towards that common goal they both held dear to their souls, they surpassed all expectations and flew beyond every boundary that attempted to hold them at bay. They'd succeeded where so many others had failed – they'd found one another, they'd found their focus, and they'd driven towards it despite all odds that worked against them and their eternal happiness.

The blonde warrior was more than pleased with the outcome. He was actually ecstatic – his partner's performance had been incredible, far beyond even his wildest expectations. The feel of the other young male writing between his legs, sweat traipsing down his perfect frame and body surging with every motion towards their common end, had driven him to previously unknown pleasure. For the first time in years, perhaps in his life, he'd smiled so completely that he could feel the action beyond his lips, beyond his muscles, down to the depths of his soul.

Twisting his fingers in the soft filaments that sprang from his partner's head, he pressed his forehead to the back of his companion's skull.

"Well, partner… that was our best run yet, neh?" his voice softly cooed, his lips lightly playing with his companion's quivering skin. "God, you were fabulous, Squall."

Twisting his head slightly to focus his gaze on Cloud, hazed blue-gray eyes blinking, Squall replied.

"Kweh."

((Yes, he's a chocobo. They just finished the choco races! What were YOU thinking, you sick, sick person?))

((Brought about by too many CLC fics, a lust for yaoi, Kingdom Hearts putting two incredible hotties together and Jeff Gordy laughingly naming his Gold Chocobo Squall and racing him with Cloud as his rider in the races in FF7 to egg me on while writing 'Behind Closed Doors.' Blame him for this bit of nonsense.))