Title: Drought

Category: Kingdom Hearts/Yaoi

Disclaimer: These characters are in fact mine and I will do with them what I wish. So I'm a liar, DON'T sue me…

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Chapter 2

The countryside whipped past angrily. With his face to the wind Cloud could barely feel much else, but even so the pain of movement was inconsequential to the raging sea of conflicting emotions hidden below the mask of nonchalance. While the roaring of the engine beneath him and the concentration needed to maneuver the halls of the heartless kept him focused, it was not enough to completely eclipse the face he had left behind. The expression of pain, hurt and disappointment was burned into his mind.

But so were his own past injuries. And they were bountiful indeed. Even so, that face was not easy to forget.

Beautiful Leon.

The ex-soldier shook his head angrily to clear his head. There was nothing there for him, it was just a kiss, just one little trivial kiss. It didn't mean that Leon cared anything for him at all. In fact, he showed no desperate need to continue along that path of sin. A grim smile made its rare appearance onto Cloud's lips; he didn't need to speculate about the younger man's desires. Their close contact had made very sure that Cloud felt the evident bulge in the other's jeans.

Zack was beautiful too.

Up ahead there was an exit to Traverse Town. The blonde turned the bike into it and braced himself for the flash of light that accompanied his entrance to another world. To the residents of the town it must have looked like he had driven out of darkness. To himself, he could still feel the pull of the magnetic shade around the edges of his mind. He ignored the two civilians at the corner of the waterway and headed to the hotel. He quickly parked his car at the far end of second district and headed to the upper room of the hotel that was charged to his name.

As he entered his room, he felt an intruding presence standing behind the door; less than sinister, but definitely more than just anyone. Without turning around, he eased the door shut with his foot and tossed his shades onto the bed. He waited for the other to make his presence known. He was not disappointed.

"Cloud Strife, ex-soldier. Said to be the only man who can defeat Sephiroth. Previously hired by Hades as an assassin, and-"

"Who are you?"

"…of the one winged angels-"

"What do you want?"

"…and a heartless to boot. My my, you certainly are-"

"Get out."

"…interesting."

Cloud turned around. This man was beginning to seriously piss him off, whoever he was. But as he opened his mouth to offer a warning, the person disappeared. Cloud frowned at the empty space in front him. He hadn't even gotten a glimpse of the intruder before he vanished. Casting an irritated look at the world in general, he slowly undressed for sleep. He was tired from the tournament in the coliseum and there was always tomorrow to deal with such things.

As he lay in the darkness, an all too familiar face encroached on his sleep. Cloud groaned audibly and slowly began to massage his temples beneath his characteristic blonde spikes. Why the hell was this so much of a problem? He berated himself in the darkness for his inability to shut the brunette out of his head. Oh God Leon was beautiful.

Their kiss was so short and yet as his tongue flicked out expectantly, he could still taste his touch. For a muscular and incredibly cold man, the memory was so soft, so unexpected. So inviting. Cloud gulped against the thought that he might not know what he really wanted. Such a lapse was unforgivable for a Soldier, but without warning, he felt himself growing hard in anticipation. It was more than his beauty. It was everything put together, Cloud decided. The strong masculine scent, the taste of fire hidden by a winter façade, and the promise that this was only the tip of the iceberg. Combined, they created the man that was Leon.

Zack was cold too, a voice in his head reminded him painfully. Suddenly his bed was all too empty. The cages in his mind rattled with forgotten passion. Throwing caution to the winds, Cloud embraced the memories.

It was early and Zack was already up. Cloud could feel the emptiness in the bed beside him even before he awoke, but still, there was nothing to be gained in stopping the man from leaving. He was a Soldier after all, and he couldn't afford to lie in bed all day. There were things to do, places to go, People to kill. That knowledge didn't stop the young man from feeling lonely and rebellious. He opened his eyes to watch his lover dress.

The first thing that Cloud saw was the hard curves of the older man's hip as his slowly covered it with his black pants. As his eyes moved upwards, he drank in the harsh beauty of a Soldier. Muscles harnessed from years of determination decorated a body of perfect sculpture. Cloud let his gaze rest on his upper chest, enjoying the sight of those muscles moving fluidly beneath the surface. Several scars added to the mystery of Zack's personal splendor. His stare lingered for a moment on his nipples before finally coming to a rest on the Soldier's lovely features. Zack was…magnificent. He was a perfectly constructed, perfectly molded creature, created by darkness and tamed by experience.

He was smirking.

Cloud felt a flush colour his cheeks for a moment, but stared defiantly back at him. What a cocky posture, he thought, irritated by his supernatural confidence. It suited him perfectly though.

"So where are you off to now Soldier?" The blonde asked, feigning indifference. Zack's smirk deepened. He tossed his long black hair out of his eyes before replying.

"Out. I have to train, and you should think about it too kid, if you ever want to be a real Soldier."

Cloud's flush intensified. It wasn't exactly a secret ambition, but what Zack didn't know, was what prompted the career choice, a fact that Cloud never intended to reveal.

"Hn. Sure, take me with you sometime and maybe I'll get the zeal to do it." He hinted softly.

The dark haired beauty softened his expression into what, on another person, could have passed for a smile.

"Some other time maybe. Later." He turned and walked to the door. Without turning around, he lifted a hand in farewell.

Cloud buried his head in his pillow. It smelled faintly of fruit. Nothing like the alluring scent Zack used to carry so well. Neither was it like the musky scent that he associated with Leon. Frustration was building within his chest, along with a million other emotions he planned to keep under lock and key. With unexpected amusement he thought of what Sora would say to that comment. Cloud sighed. He needed sleep, and right now, there was only one guaranteed way of achieving that. Ignoring the voice in the back of his head, he thought of Leon. The bulge in his pants was almost painful now. He freed it quickly and urgently touched the hardened organ. His thoughts flew back to the one time he had seen Leon's chest. He had been injured then, and Cloud had gotten an interesting eyeful. He was strangely slender for all his muscular build. Underneath the exaggerated clothing he favoured, there was a quiet grace that spoke volumes for his breeding.

Despite his being an advanced fighter, there was almost no evidence of it on his chest. Instead of the expected scars most mercenaries wore, Leon sported a pale skin tone in perfect unison with the rest of his body. His chest was not overly muscular, a far contrast to Cloud's previous men. Rather it was splendidly crafted to reflect a man who was more than he seemed to be.

Cloud quickened the pace as he thought of touching his chest, and actually feeling the strength of the man, beneath the mask. To run his tongue over Leon's nipples and hear the man beg for more like the child he was. Oh God Leon was so beautiful that not to have him hurt. Cloud felt his need heighten with the thought of invading the wielder of Lionheart. Images of his erect cock pervaded Cloud's senses eliciting an unsteady gasp from the ex-soldier. The desire to suck him off expanded with each stroke of his own hard member. Gasping, he tightened his grasp as his hips jerked of their own accord. Better yet, there was always the other way around. The memory of Leon's kiss was heavily punctuated but the sensual softness of his hair. The image of the brunette's wickedly hot mouth closing over his dick sparked a sharp intake of breath from the former Avalanche member. Almost mercifully Cloud culminated, his hip jolting upward in orgasmic pleasure.

When the throes of pleasure faded into a steady throbbing, the blonde closed his eyes to embrace sleep. The darkness came swiftly, chasing away thoughts of the past, and with it, the memory of pain.

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