Title: I Could Swear
Summary: I try to scream, but nothing gets past my mouth because, well, I'm suffocating, you know.
Warnings: dark themes, boy/boy
Pairing: Leon/Cloud

I could swear I'm suffocating, that I'm just about ready to drop dead from asphyxiation. I don't know why, though; I don't feel hands or fabric around my throat or water to drown in. In fact, the only sensation I feel is the intangible thing that's choking me.

I need to find you, that much is clear. It only makes me panic more, though because I can't move, so how could I possibly search for you? Not to mention this place is pitch black and I don't even know where all of me is.

Everything is a blur in my mind and my one focus is you. Though I doubt you'd be able to hear me, I try to scream, but nothing gets past my mouth because, well, I'm suffocating, you know. And I'm going to die, here pretty soon, but how do you fight something you can't touch? I suppose the answer is: you let it kill you.

"Cloud?"

That's funny, I thought my scream never sounded, you shouldn't know where I am...

"Cloud?!"

You may as well give up; I did. The only reason I'm still thrashing is because it's a natural reaction...

"Cloud!"

I awaken with a gasp and heavy panting, pushing you aside because I don't want to throw up on you. I spend a good two minutes retching, but nothing comes up...well, what would? When was the last time I ate, anyway?

It finally lets up enough that I can accept a glass of water from you.

"How did you get in here, Leon?"

"The window," you whisper, running fingers through my hair.

"Why did you come here?"

"I'm sure you would have come to my rescue if you saw Loz sneaking into my house, too."

"Loz, huh?" That explains a lot...

I'm not really thinking when I lean in to brush my lips to yours, or at least if I am, I don't know what it is. In fact I'm not thinking so hard, I don't even notice I'm kissing you until you're kissing back. It's sweet and slow and just what I need after a Loz-induced nightmare. I break contact to breathe in your scent, not yet washed away from your neck, hugging you. It's calming...

"Maybe I should stay the night with you, hmm?"

"I rather like the idea, myself," I agree.

I could swear, you're reading my mind...