Cold Steel Night: hope you weren't hoping for a Leon seme, because this was just funnier
Leon glanced at Cloud, watching him for a moment before poking at his food with a long-suffering sigh. "The hell am I here for?"
"Apparently," the blonde replied monotonously, "Yuffie decided we spend way too much time moping, so it would beneficial for us to mope together- have a good time."
"How," he growled, "is mutual moping supposed to make things better?"
"Dunno," he replied in a low voice, loving the 'I'm pissed, so back away slowly and make no sudden moves' tone in the brunet's voice, "but I can definitely show you a good time."
"Letch," the scarred man groaned, weakly throwing a balled-up napkin at the swordsman.
"Oh, you know it," he answered huskily, shifting forward in his seat. He pressed a leg between Leon's knees under the table, regarding him with a smirk.
The gunblade-wielder growled a warning, snapping them together. "Don't even think about it."
"But Leon!" he moaned dramatically, "we're supposed to have a good time!"
"There are other ways, Cloud," he answered, halfway between patronizing parent and annoyed boyfriend.
"But-"
"No!" His eyes narrowed and he was quiet for a moment, leaning back in his seat. Dtorm-gray eyes flickered to the window, though he could see nothing past it. He glared at Cloud again, slumping into the booth. "It's a fucking date, not a customary 'I'm bored, you're bored, I don't want to be covered in heartless guts so lets screw!' Alright?"
"Leon…"
"No!"
Cloud snorted, tossing his head and settled back into his seat, arms crossed. Leon regarded him with much the same expression, eyebrow raised. He chose to ignore him then, and began chewing on his food reluctantly. Couldn't Yuffie and Aeris have done better than fast food? Really.
A devious smirk curled around Cloud's lips as he noticed the brunet was distracted. He inched his foot forward, pushing Leon's knees apart again.
He stood abruptly. "Fine. Have it your way. Food sucks anyway." Cloud could not resist a dark grin as he watched the man (or more particularly, watched his hips) as he left the restaurant.
He put an arm around Leon's chest from behind as he caught up, pulling the brunet against him. "Say," he breathed in his ear, "Ya think we should tell the girls I'm already screwing your sexy ass silly?"
He rolled his eyes, swatting the man away as he continued on his way back. "I think they know already. Ask them when we turn the corner."
Yuffie meeped, a bright flush burning across her cheeks as she ducked, giggling behind her hand. "Well I'll be damned."
