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Warning: Rated Mature! Contains Yaoi and... SMUT! If these terms together offended you (shame on you), I advised that you leave this page. Fluff-haters might need a trash bag to vomit.
Okay guys, IT's SUMMER! NO school until the end of June when I go study in France for a month (so excited).
Here is the final chapter of the story *squealing at the sense of accomplishment*. Its over +12000 words and there are a lot of POVs. I tried to focus on other character also rather than Snow and Hope. Also I did not get much time to edit this. So expect errors! Enjoy!
Chapter 16: One Step Forward
"I can offer a hand." Hope heard Lightning say to the nearest Calvary soldier. The man in leather armor was searching for anyone with combat experience. The woman gestured him to stay before she walked away with soldier. He was seated beside Dajh at the doorstep of an aircraft, slipping on a cup of hot brew coffee in his hand. His eyes were scanning the surrounding area, feeling an unsettling sensation settled in his stomach seeing the confusion and fear in the people's eyes. Most of them still did not have much clue of the events that transpired the previous night. Hope only anticipated that the Calvary could clear away some of the people's doubts and fogs before something crazy could let lose. His eyes continued wandering his surrounding until it stopped when he saw his blond-haired companion among a crowd. Snow, Sazh, and Serah were conversing with some soldiers, and from the distance, he couldn't hear their conversation. Hope felt another unsettling feeling churn up in his stomach as he looked on at scene. This feeling had no relations to his new lover or the black man, it was directed to someone else. He flinched when Serah's eyes suddenly glanced at him. He quickly shifted his gaze to the cup of coffee as the unsettling feeling worsened. Since their grand reunion, the girl had yet say a word him, not even a 'Hello.'
"I'm going to see what daddy is doing?" Dajh perked up.
Hope slightly jumped, neglecting the presence of Sazh's son beside of him. His eyes followed the boy until the child reached to the group. His green orbs, however, widened in fear when he saw Serah tugged Snow's arm as she leaned up and whispered something into the man's ear. Next, he saw the man smiled from the young woman's words. Hope, instinctively, clenched his fingers around the glass cup. Right now he felt this sudden urge to go and shove the girl's arm away from Snow. He had already accepted that Snow was his and not for anyone else. Hope raised a brow when he saw Snow turned and glanced at him before walking towards him.
"As one problem finish, another headache just pop up." Snow sighed, flopping down beside the silver-haired teen.
"What's going on?" Hope asked eagerly.
"The people are causing a ruckus. They want to go back to Cocoon." Snow replied, laying back with his hands folded behind his back. He let out a heavy yawn before closing his eyes. "It doesn't matter anyway. With no energy, Cocoon will just be a hollow shell." Snow added.
"So...what about you? Where are you going to go?" Hope inquired hesitantly, ducking his head.
Snow's blue eyes popped open, hearing those words from his young lover. He saw Hope fiddling with his finger slyly around the glass cup. A smile crept on his face as he pulled the teen against him. "I'll go where ever you go, Babe." Snow whispered.
"Snow? Don't call me that!" Hope hissed, blushing red to the tip to his ear as he tried to push the man away, but the blond did not let go. "People are watching."
"Don't be like that Hope. You know I love it when you beg." Snow purred into his lover's ear, enjoying the enticing expression on Hope's face. "I'll let you go if you give me a kiss?"
Serah stood at a distance, watching her ex-fiancé interacts with the silver-haired boy. She couldn't help but feel a slight twitch in her chest seeing the wide smile on Snow's face.
"Thinking hard?" Serah flinched when an arm was placed on her left shoulder. She glanced to left seeing Sazh and Dajh sitting on his father's shoulders. The man was staring at the two former l'Cie's interaction also.
"It just that... he look so happy." Serah said with a little subtle of grief in her voice, shifting her eyes back to the two former l'Cies. "It makes me wonder if I could give him that same happiness?"
"Ahem..." Snow and Hope froze when they felt a presence around them. Both pair of eyes looked up to saw a Calvary soldier standing two feet away. A pair of bright blues eyes narrowed at the intruder. Snow was about to rudely tell the soldier to get lost, but an elbow quickly connected to his abdomen. He grunted, wincing on his knees. Hope quickly scampered on his feet, composing himself.
"Are you Hope Estheim?" The soldier asked, gaining a quick nod from the teen. "I'm here to inform you that your father, Bartholomew Estheim, is looking for you."
"What? My dad is here?" Hope brightened. "Where is he?"
"Follow me! I'll take you to him." The soldier informed before walking off with a silvery hair teen and his blond-haired companion following his lead. After walking passed more landing ships, the soldier led Hope and Snow to a wider, opened space. They turned their attention to a crowd of people that had gathered in front a large ship. Snow's eyes swept across the crowd only to stop when he saw a familiar long brown-haired man dressed in blue and white Sanctum's uniform attending to the mass.
"It's Rygdea. He's alive." Snow blinked in surprise.
"Seems like he didn't turn into a Cie'th." Hope commented. He continued to look around the crowd for a familiar figure, but Rygdea was not the person he was hoping to see. He spotted his escort soldier walking into the large ship, only to disappear for a second. The soldier stepped out from the ship, followed by Bartholomew whose eyes were constantly glancing around the area.
"Dad!" Hope called out, a big smile on his face.
Batholomew's eyes quickly snapped toward the voice, only to see his son standing beside a familiar blond-haired man. Bartholomew's face lit up before he ran through the crowd. Hope only stepped on foot before he was lifted in the air, into a comforting embrace by his father.
"Hope! Thank god you are safe." Bartholomew said happily before turning toward the blond. "And you too. Thanks for watching him."
"No problem. I didn't take my eyes off of him for a second." Snow said with a smirk, only to receive a glare from the teen.
"Bartholomew?" Everyone turned to see Lightning walking toward them. "The meeting is about to start."
"Meeting?" Hope cocked his head.
"Wait Light... you knew that Bartholomew is here all the time and you didn't tell us?" Snow asked.
"I send the soldier!" Lightning said, as a matter of fact.
The man placed his son back on his feet. "I have to cut our reunion short. I need to leave for a moment. We're deciding the next course of action after Ms. Farron here and commander Rygdea have informed us of the situation on Cocoon."
"So where humanity would still strive on..." Snow commented, receiving a nod from the older man.
"Can I come?" Hope asked hopefully.
"No. From the look of your eyes, you needs some sleep." Bartholomew said sternly, watching a pout form on his son's face. He was, however, a bit reluctant to leave his son alone. He shifted his gaze to the blond-haired man. "Can you watch him for me?"
"Sure." Snow said automatically.
Bartholomew crouched down, leveling his gaze with Hope to the boy a reassuring look. "We will talk when this is over. Okay?"
Hope nodded receiving getting a light pat on his head. He watched as his father and Lightning walked away towards Rygdea. There was an uneasy feeling in his chest. "Everything will be okay? Will it?" Hope mumbled softly. There was going to be many changes and he hoped that the people did not react too badly to the new situation. He then felt a comforting arm hug around his shoulders.
"Are you talking about what's going to happen next?" Snow asked and Hope gave him a nod in response. "It depends. It will be hard, but in the end, the people will have to accept their new life."
"Do you think killing Orphan was the right decision?" Hope began to contemplate.
"Don't say that Hope!" Snow said crouching down. "You know what's going to happen if we didn't stop the fal'Cie." Millions of lives would be slaughtered and lost if they would've failed. One mistake and they could have lost everything. And Snow nearly lost everything by the skin of his teeth.
"Sorry. I was just thinking too much." Hope sighed.
"That all right, Babe. Now let's..." Snow trailed off, grabbing his lover and throwing the teen over his shoulder before walking toward the nearby airship, ignoring the teen's protest. "... go take a nap. I am dead tired on my feet."
Snow didn't know the last time since he slept so peacefully, but the feeling didn't last long when he heard an impatient Lightning calling for him on the other side of the steel door. He felt a sleeping figure beside him shifted, still asleep. His daze blue orbs glanced to calm and sleeping silver-haired figure sleeping comfortably with his back pressed against him. Not wanting wake up his lover before the constant yelling started on the other side of the door knowing how impatient Lightning becomes, Snow quickly threw the thick warm blanket covering his and Hope's body, and groggily walked to the door, despite his body protest.
Lightning furrowed her brows when the steel door opened, revealing a topless Snow, lazily bracing against the door opening with his blond hair dishevel. She glanced passed the man's shoulder to see Hope under a warm blanket. She could only hoped that the teen still had clothes on because if Bartholomew catches a glimpse of this sight, the boy's father would cut the man's balls off before burning them alive.
"So what's the verdict?" Snow asked lazily.
"Oerba. That's our next destination." Lightning stated.
"What's going on?" Both the blond and the rogue turned to sound of the voice mandating behind the man.
Lightning breathed an air of relief when she saw Hope's still dressed in his attire looking sluggishly, rubbing the sleepy from his eyes. At least Snow had some morals and decencies. "The meeting is over. Hope, your father is looking for you?" Lightning walked away before stopping in her track and turning around.
"And you!" Lightning's gaze drifted to the blond. "There is a surprise waiting for you."
Snow raised a suspicious brow, giving a confused look to Lightning's back as the woman walked away down the hallway. He quickly redressed in his blue vest, throwing his large trench coat over his shoulder before leaving the room with Hope. As they walked out from the ship, they noticed that everyone was bustling around in a hurry.
"Hey there Hero!" A familiar deep voice called. Both Snow and Hope turned to the voice to see some familiar faces standing beside Serah and Lightning. Snow's face lit up instantly seeing his friend and the rest of the gangs from NORA.
"Guys!" Snow cheered. The gang was back together.
"Seems like you're still breathing and kicking forward." Gadot replied.
"The fal'Cie themselves can't even get rid of this one." Lightning interjected with a smile.
"So you defeated the fal'Cie, save Cocoon, and get the girl. A hero job done, I presume!" Lebreau commented with a smile only to notice the blond's expression changes.
"Well, I wouldn't say all of it." Snow said scratching his head, not meeting the gaze of his friend. He glanced around seeing people packing their provisions. "Guys! We still got a job to do. The civilian's security and safety are still at hand."
"Right!" The three men and one woman said in unison.
"What's our motto?" Snow asked.
"No one can beat NORA!" The gang cheered together before quickly dispersed among the civilians and the soldiers.
"Hope?" Hope, Snow, Serah and lightning turned to see Bartholomew looking at them with a puzzled expression. "Did you...?" The man asked, glancing around. He thought he heard something familiar. "Never mind. C'mon Hope, we're leaving."
Hope exchanged glances from his father to Snow, receiving a nod from the blond. Hope bit his lip. He hadn't told his father yet about his recent partner. "Can Snow come also?" Hope asked, playing with his fingers shyly.
Bartholomew blinked in confusion. "Everyone is going to this Oerba place. No one will be left behind." The man stated flatly.
"It's not that..." Hope mumbled, turning to Snow, seeking for help.
"Well... you see..." Snow said, stepping forward behind Hope and placing a comfortable arm around the teen's shoulder. "There is something Hope and I have to tell you."
Bartholomew raised a suspicious brow. He really didn't understand where this conversation with the blond was going. His eyes narrowed uncomfortably when he saw the blond placed his hand around his son's shoulder before drifting to the man's face seeing the nervousness and anxiousness in those azure orbs looking around. The blond gave away the presence like he had a guilty conscious on his shoulders. Bartholomew shifted his eyes to his son who shyly was watching the ground. He had never seen Hope acted this way, only if the boy was caught in the act. Though he was not expecting the sudden blush on Hope's face. There were something hiding underneath all these different expressions. Bartholomew's eyes shifted back to arm on Hope's shoulders and then a pair of eyes widened in fear as a picture so horrify and so wrong swept through his head.
"Hope and I-" Snow said slowly, only to be interrupted when a fist connected to his face, knocking him back to the ground.
Serah gasped, stepping forward into the scene but an arm suddenly appeared before her, halting her movement. She turned to her right to see Lightning shaking her head, telling her not to get involved. This was something Hope and Snow have to deal with on their own.
"Don't finish that sentence!" Bartholomew said coldly.
"Dad!" Hope cried out in shock, rushing to Snow on the ground.
"I deserve that." Snow said, rubbing his jaw.
"Get away from that man." Bartholomew yelled. "He used you, Hope. You were probably weak, alone and afraid... and he took advantage of you!"
"What? No!" Hope rebuked. "You don't understand!"
"Understand? Hope, you are only fourteen and he is probably ten years older than you." Bartholomew spatted.
"He is only twenty one." Hope replied dryly.
"STOP DEFENDING HIM!" Bartholomew snapped, causing the silvery hair teen to flinch, fighting the urge to hide behind the blond. "If you have any dignity as my son, you will come with me; we will board one of those ships and we will continue with our life."
Hope felt a dreadful wave of panic swept through his body when he heard those terms that his father had laid out before him. He either stayed with Snow or go with his dad. He gulped, unsure what to do.
"Go with him." Snow said, causing a pair of green orbs to snap at him.
"What? You can't be serious..." Hope pleaded.
"You can't lose your father also, Hope. I'll be okay. I'll be right behind you, in Oerba." Snow reassured.
"But- But..." Hope stammered. He didn't want to be separated from Snow.
"Talk with your father. He'll come through... eventually." Snow hoped, gaining a nod from his young lover. Despite how much he wanted, Snow resisted the urge to give Hope a peck on the lips for luck. He did not want to be dead before he could reach to Oerba. He watched in silent pain as Hope stood up and followed his father to nearest ship. He saw Hope stopped and glanced at him from the ship's door before the teen stepped into the aircraft which closed moments after.
"Hey guys? There are few little ships left. We need to hurry before... we could..." Maqui stated before his voice died down when he and the other gang arriving at the scene, feeling an awkward, silent atmosphere among Snow, Serah, and Lightning.
"Did we miss something?" Yuj whispered into Lebreau's ear.
"What?" Yuj and Maqui stated simultaneously in surprise as Lebreau and Gadot stared at Lightning like she had grown five heads on her shoulders.
"Snow is in love with that silver-haired boy." Lebreau restated the soldier's words moment ago. She received a nod from Lightning before her eyes drifted to the blond. Snow was standing the other side in the cargo room with the others civilian. The man was staring mindlessly at the view out of the glass window. The blond looked so lonely, standing there by himself.
"But what about Serah?" Lebreau continued as everyone shifted their gaze to the young girl who was talking to a group of children. "You know... I always thought that Snow and Serah were destined to be together."
"Things have changed on our journey." Lightning said simply. She folded her arms, bracing against the wall while standing. Many things have changed during the course of her journey. If she looked at herself in the mirror, she wouldn't see the same person couple months ago. She, herself, had changed. Was it because of the journey? Or the people she has met?
"And you are okay with this?" Yuj asked.
"If you are referring to Snow and Hope, then yes. A lot of things have happened due to vagaries of fate. I cannot force Snow to love Serah. It wouldn't be right. Who Snow chooses in his life is his choice, despite how much I want to kill him for touching that boy." Lightning let out a hiss at the end.
"And Serah?" Lebreau countered while suppressing an amusing a brow at the woman's behavior.
"Serah has made her own decision, and now she has to live with them." Lightning let out a sigh. She could only hope that Serah could cope after the breakup. "And what about you guys? What do you think of the situation?"
Gadot shrugged. "Can't say too much, but it doesn't change nothing between Snow and I. We're brothers until the end."
"I'm a bit surprise by his sudden choice, but the boy... do look cute." Lebreau said, her expression changed from serious to a grin on her face. She could have some fun with it. Couldn't she?
"I don't like the glitter in her eyes..." Maqui whispered into Yuj's ear.
After two hours later, the civilians and the soldiers inside the moving aircraft let out a slight gasp when they heard the roar of the engine started to quell as the ship started to slow down. The aircraft came to a complete halt in the air, before it slowly started to descend on the ground. The ship landed safely on the ground as the doors on each corner of the ship opened.
Snow stepped out of the ship with his faithful members from NORA following his lead. The sun was already setting over the horizon, emitting a red glow around Oerba. He with thousands of Cocoon's people were staring at their new lives.
"So this is it!" Gadot said, trying to hide the distaste in his voice. The place looked like a wreck. How could people ever live under these conditions?
"This will be our new home." Snow muttered under his breath. His eyes bored through the crowd of people and saw Lightning exchanging words with Sazh before the two quickly joined the ranks of other soldiers before entering the village. His blue eyes followed the rogue and afro-haired man with groups of armed soldier walking into the village until he spotted a silvery head near the village entrance. Hope was standing beside his father who was conversing with some of the soldiers. It's only been two hours and Snow could feel his inside eaten away in frustration. He wanted his Hope back.
15 Days Later...
It was early morning and the sun was slowly rising over the peak of the horizon. Bartholomew took a quick sip on his green tea before placing the hot glass cup on table. He was sitting in compact a kitchen and living room with papers scattered over the table. Since Cocoon was deemed uninhabitable, Oerba was his new home. He was living in one of the village's house near the entrance. The house was small with one bathroom and bedroom on the second floor, where Hope sleeps, and a small living room with a cramped kitchen adjacent on the wall. It wasn't like his house in Felix Height, but it provided the necessary commodity like any other house. He sighed, rubbing his sore neck. As one of remaining elite from the Sanctum, he took it upon himself to make sure that everyone felt secured and safe. He proposed a restoration of Oerba with Rygdea, to rebuild the city like a paradise, similar to those on Cocoon. Their plans were set into motion as soldiers began harvesting Cocoon for resources. Rygdea monitored the activity between Cocoon and Grand Pulse, as he kept a closed eye in Oerba. The village was under reconstruction, building new housing projects for the citizens. Despite the hesitation at first, the civilian however began to cooperate after coming in terms with their new lives. Others sanctum officers are taking up other projects in the village as an act of support. Before the fall, the fal'Cie provided every necessity for survival, and now that pace had changed. The people needed to rely on themselves to survive.
Bartholomew yawned, before letting out a long stretch; sleep and needed rest was still fighting the early morning sunrise. He returned his attention back to piles of paper on the kitchen table and stopped when he spotted a plate of scrambled eggs with a warm buttery toast laying there untouched. The man let out another sigh. The communication between his son and him had been seriously lacking over the past weeks. Whenever they talked, it usually ended with either one losing their temper, especially on his end. Hope only wanted to talk about Mr. Villiers, and hearing the man name alone make his blood boiled. The blond was partially responsible for the death of his wife, and now the blond was in love with his son. That idiotic man had some nerve.
Suddenly Bartholomew's eyes drifted to the ceiling when he heard the floor above his head creaked as the sound of footsteps began walking about. It seemed like Hope was finally up. The footstep particularly creaked around the room for five minute or less before the door of the second floor creaked opened as Hope walked down the stairs, entering the kitchen. The boy was dressed only in his green tea color pants with his black t-shirt. The man in the room furrowed his brow when the silvery hair boy walked toward the gas stove, picking up the hot kettle, pouring himself hot lucid water into a glass cup for his morning tea. Bartholomew looked on quietly as Hope made his tea before taking a seat across from him in the kitchen, still not acknowledging his presence. Bartholomew cough, trying to clear the dryness his throat.
"So... school will restart in a few days?" Bartholomew informed, seeing Hope looked up at him for a second before picking up a fork, poking the scrambled poached eggs. "Hope? You have to talk to me sooner or later!"
"There is not much to say..." Hope muttered under his breath.
That's it. Bartholomew was getting tired with this kind of behavior. "Hope get over this stupid foolishness. You know that it is the best that-" Bartholomew said.
"Best for me that I forget about Snow." Hope interjected with a sneer.
Bartholomew's eyes narrowed. "Watch that tone young man. I told you I don't want to hear that man name in this house."
Hope stabbed his scrambled eggs with the fork before standing up. He stared heatedly against the man before him. "I wish mom was here... She will understand me better!" Hope said, before stomping up the stairs. He heard his father calling for him, but he silenced the man when he slammed the bedroom door shut. He threw himself onto his bed, burying his face into the pillow. He wanted to scream in frustration. He let out a tired sigh. He had not seen Snow and much of the others since he boarded the ship. It had been over two weeks and he really missed Snow. He missed the man's scent, lingering touches, and the warmth. Hope's ear perked when he heard the front door of the house open. Probably his father leaving for work. He was left home alone again.
Suddenly a light bulb switched above his head. Hope quickly grabbed a discarded paper and a pencil before he quickly rushed out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out the door. He casually walked across the road, eying every corner, hoping his father was already at the constructive site. People were bustling about, renovating or doing some form of task. He received the usual greetings from his neighbors as he continued walking with one destination in mind. He quickly rushed down the steel stairs into the courtyard, before running down the stone stairs, stopping in front a building across the boathouse. Above the front door of the house, there was a large sign that read Lebreau's Bar. Hope pushed open the door, hearing a bell chimed as the door opened. The building was under renovation like most of the building in Oerba. He looked around the empty room, noticing rows of chairs and desks stacked against the corner walls.
"Look who shows up!" A feminine voice snickered. Hope's eyes shifted to the brunette standing behind the counter, cleaning away some dusty old glass cups.
"Hi Lebreau. Has Snow visited recently?" Hope asked whimsically. Talking to brunette was Hope only to contact to Snow. He heard that Snow and the others lived farther down the village, near what was left of the overpass bridge. He would have gone there, but his father oversaw the development around that site. If his father spotted him, he could've worsen the situation for Snow and him.
"Not since two days ago. He seemed a bit down though." The woman responded. She saw the teen's face fell.
"Can you give him this note from me?" Hope handed the brunette a folded paper.
"Sure." Lebreau grinned.
"What about Light and Sazh? And the others?" Hope added.
"Lightning and the old man went with a group of soldiers to the borders to the south. And the gang is probably at work by now." The brunette informed. The teen's facial expression fell even more. The boy looked like a lost toddler. She knew a quick cure to remedy the teen's spirit. "Hey! If you're not doing anything, you can give me an extra hand?" Lebreau asked, seeing the teen's face brightened.
Hope walked behind the counter, seeing a sack of potatoes on a table. A sharp knife was handed to him. "You can start peeling." The woman said with a smile. Hope grabbed a potato, slowly grazing the knife against the skin. "You can place the skin in this trash. All of these work needed to be done if I planned to open this place next week. You got to make every moment counts if you want to keep living." Lebreau began conversing.
"Yeah..." Hope muttered softly in acknowledgment. Everyone was finding their own place after everything that had happened and where was his place in society? An image of a blond swept through his mind. His only sanctuary was with one person, the only soul who could make him feel safe and happy. But he could not sit and wait idly for something to happen. If he wanted to be with Snow, then he first needed to convince his father that he was matured enough to be on his own.
"Lebreau, can I ask for a favor?" Hope eagerly asked.
The brunette woman blinked at the teen. "Ummm... sure! What is it?"
"Can you teach me how to cook?" Hope asked, giving the woman a pair of determined green eyes.
"Cook?" Lebreau continued to blink, until a smile slowly crept on her face. "And what gives you this idea?"
"I just want to cook for someone." Hope said while trying to stay compose as he peeled the potatoes but the woman had already seen through his facade.
Lebreau tried to suppress a giggle in her throat. This kid was too good to tease. She leaned forward and whispered into the teen's ear. "Ohh I think Snow would love for you to cook for him. An extra pointer in bed I must say."
Lebreau looked up from the second time from behind the counter of the day when she heard the bell on the door rang open. However this time standing at the entrance was not an adorable teen, but Lightning.
"Ohh... and here I was expecting someone else." Lebreau said playfully, gaining a suspicious look from Lightning.
"And what's that supposed mean?" Lightning curiously asked, walking up to the counter, and pulled up a high chair before sitting on it.
"Nothing. Just me having some fun to pass the time." Lebreau smiled.
"O-kay? So how are the others?" Lightning asked. It had been over a week since she left the village for an assignment and she thought a quick stop here would help before she went and saw the others.
"Everyone seems to be adjusting to the new life... Serah returned four days ago from Cocoon. She got accepted for the position as a teacher." Lebreau informed her.
Lightning smiled hearing that piece of information. Her sister seemed to be finding her place after everything that had happened. "And our Hero?" Lightning added.
"Snow has been a bit down lately if you know what I mean." Lebreau said with a frown, gaining a suspicious look from the rogue. "I can understand why Snow like the kid so much. The kid is adorable. I have to say that Snow really bagged himself a fine catch. Quite a spoil for saving the world." Lebreau grinned, but the woman on the other side of the counter did share the same thoughtfulness. "But it's a shame that kid's father does not approve."
Lightning sighed. She did not want to see two person whom she cherished deeply to be in pain, but she could make a little exception for Snow. "Well, I better get going. I have a report to deliver." Lightning pushed back the stool before standing up and walked to the exit.
"If you're not too busy next week, stop by for a meal." Lebreau said, receiving a slight wave from the female soldier.
Bartholomew flopped down in his leather chair in his small office. After a gruesome six hours going through a stack of papers and discussing the project plans with workers, his eyes were craving nothing but sleep. He glanced to the clock hanging on the wall. It read 2pm. He sighed, taking off his glasses before rubbing the bridge between his eyes. He felt a coil in his stomach when he closed his eyes seeing the last image of his son this morning. He had made Hope angry again. He did it for a reason though. He was protecting his son. He could not let his son date this Snow Villiers. Bartholomew let out another sigh. If he keeps this up, then there wouldn't have any family to protect. He stood up from his seat and walked to the window. His eyes scanned the area before stopping at a particular distance worker with blond hair on roof on house under construction. A week ago, Bartholomew raised a skeptical brow when the blond and his friends came to help with the construction. Honestly the blond and his friends had been a tremendously help for the past week, but that didn't give the blond any pointers to be with his son!
Bartholomew slightly jumped when he heard a knock on the office door. He gave the command for the person to enter and as the door opened, it revealed a light pink-haired soldier. "Ms. Farron. You return. Take a seat." The man gestured to an available seat across his desk. "I presume that everything went accordingly."
Lightning nodded. "There are abundant resources and ore deposits in Mah'habara Subterra as we presumed. We also came across an abandoned oil rig, and surprisingly it was still in good shape. However, we did come across some unfriendly enemies in the area, but with little effort, they were taken down in less than a minute. They are still much more yet to discover into those dark infested mines. One can only guess what we could find in this world." Lightning informed with no breaths, handing a written report to Bartholomew. "Sazh Katzroy still has his report to hand in also. He has inform me that he went to see his son before coming to see you."
"Thanks for your hard work. Will that be all?" Bartholomew said as the soldier stood up from the chair.
"Actually there is something I wanted to talk you about?" Lightning stated. "It's about Hope and Snow."
Bartholomew's eyes narrowed dangerously. "There is nothing about them to talk about."
"Are against the idea of Hope dating a man?" Lightning inquired.
"Who my son dated is his choice. However, Hope is young. He is not ready for the turmoil that a relationship brings. Snow Villiers seems like an experience man, but it will be Hope who will be hurt if everything fall apart." Bartholomew retorted.
"I understand your concerns, and it concerns me also. If Hope gets hurt during the process, then I personally will break Snow's legs and there are plenty for you to part take in. But I trusts Snow and I know that he will be a good man to your son. Hope trusts him and the same goes to Nora." The former rogue said.
"Nora?" Bartholomew said, his face riddled with confusion. He then became agitated hearing the name of his dead wife from this woman's mouth. "That's enough, Ms. Farron! I appreciate your concern of my son, but this situation with my son is family business."
Lightning let out a sigh. She tried her best, but it wasn't good enough. She composed herself before walking to the door and stopped as she sung opened the door. "Nora trusted Snow and she fought for the belief she hold dear into her heart. Was she wrong?" Lightning said before leaving.
Bartholomew flopped down in his chair again for the second time. First Hope and now this woman who of all people went so far as to mention his deceased wife. It seemed like there were some things he didn't really understand. Bartholomew sighed, standing up and walking out the office. Right now there was work to do and not thinking of trivial matters. He walked passed houses that are still under construction toward a large white tent. As he stepped under the tent, he felt his stomach grumbled when the scent of cook meal reach into his nostril. Under the tent were rows of table and chair filled with workers eating lunch. He grabbed a plate and fork near a table before walking to the food bar filling his plate with mashed potatoes and gravy, and a piece of grilled steak sauté in gravy. He turned around, looking for an available seat when he noticed a familiar afro-haired man in the distance waving at him. It was Mr. Katzroy and he was having lunch with his son. Bartholomew gave the man a content smile before walking toward the afro-haired man's direction, taking the adjacent seat beside the man.
"You seem a bit bent out of shape." Sazh said, watching the shoulders on the other man slumped after taking a seat.
"Tell me about it! I got the report from Ms. Farron." Bartholomew informed.
"I assume she told you everything already. However, Lightning and I want to carry out an excavation group quickly. Preferably by between two to five weeks at most." Sazh suggested.
"Good. I'll see if I can find more able soldiers and aircrafts available. You might need some more hands to help carry the load." Bartholomew said.
"Daddy! I need a napkin." Both men shifted to boy, seeing the boy's face cover with mash potato. Sazh shook his head in disbelief at the sight. The man grabbed a white napkin before carefully wiped the food off his son face.
"Go the bathroom and clean yourself up." Sazh said. He and Bartholomew watched as the teen hopped off from the chair and hummed his way to the public bathroom across the tent.
"He is a sweet boy." Bartholomew commented, before sighing. "I wish I could say the same thing for Hope."
Sazh furrowed a suspicious brow at the man. "What wrong with Hope?" Sazh asked, gaining a serious 'You know what?' expression from the man. "Ohh... you mean the entire thing with Snow?"
"Hope wouldn't even talk to me!" Bartholomew said dispiritedly.
"And whose fault do you think it is?" Sazh said playfully, receiving a glare from the man. "Okay, I understand your situation and I would be worry too. But Snow is a good man."
"Ms. Farron said the same thing." Bartholomew added.
"Ms. Happy Sunshine and All Smiles said that?" Sazh asked curiously.
Bartholomew gave the man a weird look, before nodding understanding the exact person who the man was referring to. "She said that Snow would take care of Hope. Can you believe that?"
"Well that is good to hear." Sazh smiled. He didn't expect Lightning to react so supportive to the relationship.
"Wait? Is there something I'm missing here?" Bartholomew inquired.
"Snow was engaged to Lightning's younger sister. The same woman he tried to save from crystal stasis." Sazh informed, seeing the man's eyes widened in shock from the piece of information. "However, throughout the journey Snow and your son fell in love. Hard to believe isn't it? Snow fell head over heels for your son. I'm surprised he's not dead yet. Lightning was reluctant to the relationship from the start, but it seemed in the end, she accepted it. I know you're a bit hesitant also to the idea of Snow and Hope being together, but to Hope, Snow has proven himself worthy of Hope's love. Lightning saw it herself."
"But how can you be sure?" Bartholomew asked. He was still not convinced to the relationship of his son with a young man. He wanted nothing more than Hope's happiness and he needed to be sure that his son didn't get hurt.
"You weren't there to see what happen." Sazh said, folding his hands behind his neck and relaxed in the chair as he closed his eyes, reminiscing the last battle that took place in Orphan's throne. The man beside of him only stared at him confusingly. "We all owe Snow our life. Especially Hope." Sazh admitted.
"What do you mean?" Bartholomew asked blinking.
"Snow was willing to give up everything, sacrifice it all to save your son. He was determined to destroy Cocoon and everything in return for Hope when he was the fal'Cie's prisoner. If that isn't love then I don't know what it is. Even though it meant killing us in the process also." Sazh chuckled at the end and a long silent gradually surrounded the two men. He watched as the bathroom door open, seeing Dajh walking back to him. He stood up, grabbing a bag that was under the desk. He pulled a stack of papers before handing it to Bartholomew. "Think about it for a little while and tried to give Snow a chance. He is a bit reckless, but he deserves it." Sazh informed.
"Give Mr. Snow what, Daddy?" Dajh asked. He was lifted over his father shoulders.
"I'll tell you when you're older." Sazh told his son, giving Bartholomew an acknowledge glance before leaving the tent.
Bartholomew looked on as the Mr. Katzroy and his son walked away in the distance. After speaking with the man, he couldn't make heads of the situation. The man himself trusted Snow like the female soldier and believed that Snow would be the best thing for Hope. Bartholomew let out a sigh. He seemed like the bad guy coming from two those stand point. He was curious about one piece of information though after the conversation with afro-haired man. Snow was engaged to Lightning's younger sister. This was unexpected turn of events. The man gave the up the girl for a chance for his son. Now Bartholomew was skeptical. He stood up from his chair, throwing half of the uneaten food in the trash before walking away from the tent, with one destination in his mind.
Bartholomew was walking through a newly and reconstructive site in Oerba. The houses here are large, one flat. Inside, there are usually two bedrooms, a spacious living room and kitchen. The houses were homes for the residents of Cocoon who moved to Grand Pulse. There were still some people still inhabited the floating continent, and still reluctant to live on Pulse. He glanced around, not noticing any familiar faces around him. He continued walking down the road, his eyes glancing at every corner of the street. He stopped when he saw a group of children with young woman with a familiar pink hair playing under a large tree. He stared at woman, only to see the woman's gaze shifted from the children to him when she noticed him staring at her. He cleared his throat before walking to young woman. He needed to talk to her after his conversation with Mr. Katzroy.
"You're Ms. Farron's younger sister?" Bartholomew asked, receiving a nod from the girl. "Can we talk... in private?"
Serah gave the man a skeptical look. Why was Hope's father here? She contemplated that it probably had to do with Snow and Hope. "Kids! Behave for a minute." She shifted her gaze to group of playful critters surrounding her, but the children were too engrossed in their fun to notice the young woman walking away with the older man.
"I'm guessing this is about Snow?" Serah said, quick to the point, only received a serious look from the man. She had also noticed Snow's behavior for the past week. The blond was stricken of sadness, like he had lost something dear to him. After everything that had happened, she did feel betrayed. However, Snow was still her friend, and she felt a bit sad for him after going through so much to loose the person he cared about.
"And my son?" Batholomew added.
"Well, here is a hint." Serah said, her voice rising. "Stop coming in between them."
"What?" Bartholomew blinked, taken a step back. Did he hear right?
"You heard me! You can't do this to Snow." Serah spatted, pointing at the man accusingly.
"Wait! Aren't you on the wrong side? Shouldn't you want your fiancé back?" Bartholomew tried to reason. If the young girl and the blond got back together, then his problem will solved itself.
"No." Serah responded solemnly, her voice dying down. "Snow don't love me like that every more. I see it in his eyes. He has changed and move on. I cannot love him because he does not love me anymore."
"So you'll give up everything like that." Bartholomew said, staring a the woman in disbelief.
"I alway thought that I was the one to bring him happiness, but it seems like he found his own happiness." Serah muttered.
"Why? Why would you do something like this for him?" Bartholomew asked.
"Snow deserved to be happy. For as long I could remember, Snow was an orphan his entire life. He didn't have a family growing up. He didn't have anyone he could hold and cherish. And now he found someone he can actually called family..." Serah informed, her eyes turning to endless blue sky.
'Another day finish.' Snow mentally said as he watched the workers pack their belongings and left the compound. He fell back, laying against a sets of lumber logs he was sitting on, staring the grey clouds drifted endless in the red sky. He was getting tired of waiting. It had been nearly two weeks and he had yet to see Hope. Whenever he closed his eyes, his brain was afflicted with images of a smiling silvery hair teen. The blond-haired man did not know how long he could keep on going without his lover before he cracked. He missed the soft touch of pale skin on his fingertips, those bright and shimmering green eyes staring endlessly into his blue eyes, and that lithe body presses against his own. To make matter worse for himself, he was sexually deprived. He had ran into a certain problem for several nights which he tried to take care of during a shower, but that alone was not enough to satisfy his desire. He could not remember how much sleepless nights he spent wide awake thinking of his lover.
"Hey Snow!" The blond perked when he heard his name called. He raised himself on his elbows and glanced toward the sound of the voice to see Gadot and Yuj walking toward him. "Work is over. Let's get going." Yuj said. Snow gave his friends a defeated look. "Don't give me that look." Yuj replied, folding his arms against his chest. "You'd been quiet today."
"Sorry guys, I just has a lot on my mind." Snow apologized. He jumped off the logs, walking towards his friend.
"Is it a certain boss's son?" Gadot snickered. However, the blond only respond by giving him a sympathize look.
"Okay. Time to shut up. The boss man is heading in this direction. And from the look of things, he is walking toward us." Yuj said, looking over Snow's shoulders.
"What?" Snow said in panic. He turned around, feeling a knot in his throat seeing Bartholomew's darken eyes on him. The man held the same expression on him since he started assisting with the housing projects. Snow didn't put an effort to talk to the man, fearing he might anger the man more with his presence.
"Mr. Villiers?" Bartholomew stated.
Snow remained composed as he tried with effort to swallow down a knot at the back of his throat. The man's voice was indifferent. "Yes." Snow replied. This was the first time the man had ever approached him in two weeks and Snow was a bit curious of the man's intention.
"Follow me to my office?" Bartholomew asked. The blond was standing there still with a dumfounded expression before he slowly nodded. Bartholomew led the way, not looking back to see if the man was following him or not. He was thinking about the entire situation about his son and Snow since his talk with Sazh, and now, he needed to talk with Snow personally if he ever wanted to rebuild his family.
"Take a seat." Snow heard Bartholomew offered as the man pushed open the office door. He reluctantly entered. He didn't know where exactly this situation was going, but this was an opportunity for him to talk personally about Hope and shown the man that he cared for his son. Snow took the seat facing a Bartholomew who seated across a desk stacked with a mountain of papers. Bartholomew, however, just folded his arms and closed his eyes.
"Mr. Villiers! You and your friends have done a remarkable work assisting the projects; however that will be a conversation for another time. I want to about my son, Hope." Bartholomew said.
"Hope? Did something happen? Is he okay?" Snow said in fear, standing up from his seat.
Bartholomew furrowed a brow seeing the worrisome expression on the blond's face when he mentioned his son's name. "Hope is fine. It's just that he is not talking to me."
"Ohh..." Snow slowly settled back onto his seat.
"We argue again this morning. If we keep up, I might lose him." Bartholomew sighed.
"Is there is anything I can do?" Snow offered hopefully. He let go of Hope to save the teen's family, now his sacrifice was in vain.
"Do you loved my son?" Bartholomew prompted.
"What?" Snow blinked in confusion. This was unexpected coming for a man who punched him square in the face for being in a relationship with his son. "I-I... loved him." Snow confessed. If this was his only chance to prove to Bartholomew of his true feeling, despite the older man might not accepted them, then he will prove them. "I would do anything to have him back. I know you may not trust me, but I promise to you that I will only live to make Hope happy."
Bartholomew adjusted his glasses, not taking his eyes off the man before. He saw determination burning in those blue eyes. Those are the words he wanted to hear from the person who would love his son. But he still needed to be sure that this man will care for his only child. "This is my only son we talking about here. How can I trust those words?"
"I'll prove them." Snow said with no hesitation. He still had a duty to protect Hope and he will not give another person the pleasure to touch his Hope.
"I kept telling myself only if this or only if that, but I was only fooling myself. I cannot run away from the fact that Hope is a grown young man. He is strong and capable of making his own decisions. And... I wanted to apologize for causing you and Hope so much pain." Bartholomew exclaimed and apologized.
"Don't apologize. You were only thinking about your family." Snow said reassured.
"I can only wished that Hope shares the same consideration." Bartholomew muttered.
"So what makes you reconsider?" Snow inquired. He was curious from the start the reason the man approach him and talk to him. It was only this morning when he walked into the construction site could he feel two cold eyes staring at him.
"Let's just say that you have quite some considerate friends." Bartholomew smiled.
Snow just gave the older a more confusing look.
"I got a mouthful from Ms. Farron and some sense talking into me from Mr. Katzroy." Bartholomew said with a smile on his face.
"Light and Sazh?" Snow said in disbelief.
"Both of them said they trusted you and that you will care for my son. Now it's my turn to believe that. But don't start calling me Dad!" Bartholomew exclaimed with a sigh.
"Thank you, Mr. Estheim. I will not let you down." Snow said happily before standing up and walking to the door.
"Mr. Villiers?" Bartholomew called out, halting the blond-haired man from reaching the door knob. The young man's shoulders tensed before he turned around. "Let me make this clear..." The tone of his voice becoming very serious and deadly cold which could cut through the air. "If you break my son's heart, I'll break your leg. You understand?"
"That's fair." Snow uttered.
"Don't think that you are getting out of that easily. Ms. Farron said that she break your other leg. I hope you get a better understanding now. Hurt my son, and you will be a cripple the rest of your life." Bartholomew said coldly, gaining an approval and honest nod from the blond before opening the office door and exiting the small building.
Snow was sprinting. He didn't care what was going around him, he just continued running. He could finally see his Hope. He felt the adrenaline rushing through his body as he continued to run in anticipation. He saw Gadot and Yuj waiting at the same spot, waving at him.
"Seem like you're not dead and left in a ditch." Yuj snickered.
"Sorry guys, no time for chitchat." Snow said running pass the two men.
"Wait Snow! Where are you going? The roof on the house needs to be fix." Gadot shouted. The blond just zoomed past him and Yuj with a big smile of his face.
"Tomorrow!" Snow grinned, leaving his two friends with a puzzled expression on their face. He leapt down from a two stories high stairs, not even taking a second to catch his breathe. He continued running, not giving a second glance to the people around him.
"Hey Snow, where is the fire?" Snow perked when he heard his name called. He glanced back for a second to see Lebreau standing in front of her bar.
"Talk later!" Snow yelled. He didn't have the time to stop and talk to everyone on the street.
"I got a message from Hope." Lebreau said smugly.
Snow stumbled on his footing, not expecting to hear the name of his lover. He placed his feet in reverse before running down the stone stairs beside the renovated building. He turned his attention to a brunette who has a wicked smile on her face and a folded paper between her fingers. "Hope was here today?" Snow asked incredulously, gaining a nod from the young woman and a folded paper. He glanced at the paper, only to have a smile slowly creeping onto his face after reading the message.
"You need to share that one Snow." Lebreau smiled.
"As if." Snow snorted. Him sharing Hope? That was probably the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. Next the woman would ask him to catch her a Behemoth for a pet.
"From the look of your face, I'm guessing that I wouldn't be seeing you for the next two or three days." Lebreau snickered.
"No promise there." Snow grinned, before running off again.
"Stop by when the bar is open on Monday. I'll cook you two lovers a congratulatory meal." The brunette yelled at the running man. She let out a content sigh. Snow was back to his usual self and he looked happier than ever.
Hope was sitting in the small kitchen, playing with spaghetti with his fork in his plate. The food was his first recipe learned from the brunette woman. He could still envision the grin on the woman face over his request before she quickly started giving him pointers in the kitchen. The lessons started simple with him observing the woman boiling spaghetti and making pasta. He memorized everything and hoped he could replicate the same result as the woman. Suddenly, his ears perked when he heard two knocks on the door.
"A moment please." Hope called out. He quickly emptied the food in a trash bin before placing the dirty plate and fork in the sink and walked to the door. "Sorry about..." Hope didn't get to finish his sentence when he opened the door, losing his voice at the sight before him.
"Hey there babe, haven't seen you in a while." Snow grinned happily.
"Snow?" Hope said incredulously, blinking at the blond who has a large grin on his face. He was suddenly hoister into the air, back into the house.
"Snow? If my dad sees you here, he'll kill you." Hope pleaded, trying to push the man away. However, the blond did not let go and flash him a set of sparkling white teeth. Snow carried him to only sofa in the small living before the man seated himself on the piece of furniture, placing him on the man's laps. "Snow?" His voice was filled with concern.
"Don't worry, Babe! Your father and I talked." Snow informed, his blue eyes never wavering from the teen to see those gorgeous green orbs widened in surprised.
"What? Did he say anything?" Hope bit his lower lips.
"He finally approved of our relationship." Snow chimed with a smile.
"Really..." Hope gave the man a disbelief expression. Only this morning he and his father had a squabble, and now this. "What made him changed his mind?"
"I asked the same thing..." Snow pondered for a second. "Argg... We'll talk about that later, for now..." He placed one of his hands under Hope's chin before bring those gorgeous light-emerald eyes to his gaze. With his other hand, he secured it around the teen's waist before bringing an end to the space by pressing each other bodies together. "I missed you." Snow uttered in a huskily deep voice, seeing the tint shades of red he so missed appear on Hope's face. He didn't give the teen a chance to talk after scooping down, locking lips with the teen.
Hope choked down a gasp from the sudden kiss. Though it only took him less than a second before he began kiss back with enthusiasm. He wrapped his arms around Snow's neck pulling the closer to deepen the contact. He felt two hands slide down his rear, before cupping his ass. He let out a gasp from a the kiss, feeling a hand kneading against his sensitive flesh. They didn't break after a good three minutes, which left both satisfying parties gasping for air.
Snow looked down to teen who reduced to nothing but goo, laying sprawl over the sofa. The teen's breathing was harbored, his chest risen quickly while taking deep breaths to fill his lungs with wanted air. Hope's legs were spread beside his thighs and the black shirt was partially riding up, exposing soft, pale skin. Snow couldn't believed that he survived almost two weeks without this. A pair of slender arms around his neck pulled him down, breaking his trail of thought, to meet another passionate kiss. A growl was followed as he quickly dominated the kiss. His hands ran up the teen's hips, all along the sides of the teen body. Snow pulled back from the kiss after his lungs were begging him for air, but that didn't stop his lips from traveling down Hope's neck, sucking, biting and licking. He smirked when he heard moans and gasps coming from the teen.
"Snow!" The blond heard his name pleaded from his lover's lips. Hope was panting. "Upstairs!"
Snow felt himself twitched from the confine of his pant. "Are you sure?" Snow was rather surprised that he was resisting temptation.
"Please Snow, I want you to make love to me." Hope uttered, his voice dripping with desire. "I love you."
"I love you too, but what about your dad? Wouldn't he be homed soon!" Snow wanted to shoot his brain for saying such ridiculousness. Why now his brain decided to evaluate the reason of the situation rather than acting impulsively. He glanced the front door, hoping to dear god that Bartholomew don't walk in of him and Hope in this position. The man would definitely killed him for sure after the threat that he will break one of his legs.
"Not for the next two hours or so." Hope said softy which sounded more like a purr.
That was all the motivation words Snow needed to hear before he lifted the teen in his arms and carry his lover up the stairs. The room was small with only a twin size bed, but Snow could adjust to small space. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, placing the blushing teen on his lap. He kicked his booths off and saw Hope's hand reaching at the bottom of his own black shirt, but Snow quickly grabbed those arms. "No! This time I want to take them off." Snow purred.
"...kay..." Hope uttered, shyly looking away.
Snow smirked looking at the irresistible and delectable teen. He will, without a doubt, savor every inch of flesh on this teen's body. He peeled away the leather gloves from his fingers before he lifted Hope's head with his hand, locking lips with teen. His hands ghosted under the teen's black shirt, pinching and teasing those small sensitive buds, making the rest of Hope's body shivers wildly. Snow was rewarded with an approval sounds coming the back of the teen's throat. Becoming desperate, Snow pulled the black shirt up in one swept motion. He gave the teen a quick peck on the lips before his lips starts traveling downward to reach the jaw line.
Hope closed his eyes in bliss as hot lips pressed against his neck. The blond then moved down, spending some time on his shoulders and collarbones. His voice hitched as he felt shivers running up his spine when Snow moved more downward to his chest. "Ahhh... Snow." Hope moaned when the blond's large hand returned back, this time they began to rub and tease his left nipple which harden willingly. Snow continued to left a trail of red marks all over Hope's chest. "Arghhh..." Hope's back arched when the blond bit and nibbled on his other nipples.
"...more... oh-oh..." Hope pleaded, lost at words. All pleasure was going to his head and nether region which have shown a promising result under the green tea pant.
"Don't need to tell me that. I planned to make up for all of our lost time." Snow said smugly.
"Snow, can we be naked?" The blond barely restrained an impending orgasm seeing a set of hooded innocent green orbs shyly looked at him under those long eyelashes. Snow quickly tugged his large trench coat off his shoulder, letting the heavy piece of cloth fell on the bed. "Wait!" He blinked, his hand paused at the zipper of his blue chest. He looked to the teen, only to see his lover's cheek enticing pink. "Let me!" Hope reached for zipper, slowly pulling the metal strip down, before pushing the vest off his shoulders revealing a chisel chest, bulging muscles and hard rock abs. Snow pulled the flush teen against his body automatically, guiding the teen on his back on the bed.
"My turn." Snow grinned predatorily. He returned leaving a trail of sweet strawberries down Hope's chest toward the teen's hips. He didn't asked for approval this time when he unloosen the three buttons on the green pant. He hooked his fingers under the hem of both the pant and underwear before he slid the clothing off Hope's legs. He threw the articles of clothing over his shoulder, not caring where they landed. His blue eyes were staring at the naked teen under him.
"Snow?" Hope began to squirm. The man was just staring, and not doing nothing.
"Damn it. You're so beautiful." Snow said, and the teen flushed bright red.
"Snow!" Hope let out a hiss. The blond only chuckled before leaning forward crashing their lips together. The man slid his hands down his back, over the firm, rounded ass, and Hope bucked against the blond, making his arousal and desire clearly known. Hope hooked his legs around the man's waist, drawing their bodies closer. He fervently kissed back, making gasping sounds when he felt those large hands pinched and groped his ass.
"What do we have here?" Snow purred, using his index finger which slid along Hope's shaft. There were pre-cum dripping from the head. He heard a gasp from his willingly lover before he wrapped his fingers around Hope's harden manhood. Snow slowly began to stroke the dick, earning an mouth filled with moans coming from his lover.
"You... still... your clothes on?" Hope said between breaths.
"We cannot have that, can't we?" A smirk never leaving Snow's face.
"Can I?" Hope asked bashfully and Snow nodded. He reached down and began to unbutton the trouser which began to prove difficult as Snow finds time to distract himself by fluttering his tongue over his neck and down to his chest. Hope had to push the blond off of him just to concentrate clearly to get the pants off. Hope felt a wave of nervousness mixed with excitement swept through his body when he saw the big tent under Snow's black brief. His fingers dipped under the elastic of the under wear before pulling the fabric down the thighs as Snow's eagerly hard and aching cock sprung free from under the black brief. Hope, however, didn't get much time to admire the piece of meat as Snow pulled him onto his lap, their cocks brushing against each other, sending light tingling sparks of pleasure up his spine.
"Lube?" Snow asked, but the teen only cocked his head.
"I don't have any body oil." Hope replied, disappointed.
"Lotion will do." Snow suggested.
"Bathroom." Hope only answered as the man stood up and walked his naked self into the small bathroom. "Hurry!" Hope pleaded. The man returned before he could blink, capping the bottle cap and once again seated on bed.
"On your back." Snow instructed, watching the eager and flushed teen quickly lay in position. He moved at the base of his lover's feet before grabbing both slender legs and positioning them over his shoulders. A position he deemed preferable. Snow leaned forward, leveling with Hope's gaze. "Just relax like the last time." Snow reassured, seeing bright pink tint spreading across Hope's cheekbones. He poured some of scented thick liquid on his fingers, coating them together to get them nice and slick. He also poured some of the teen's thigh seeing the teen below him tense as the liquid flowing toward Hope's rear. "Cold?" Snow asked smugly, gaining a fervently nods from the teen. "I get you hot and bothered up in no time."
Hope felt his body tense once again when he felt a finger probing his entrance before pushing inside. He gasped at the sudden intrusion, feeling the finger squirming inside him. However, he didn't feel any pain, just a burning sensation. "Snow, added another?" Hope asked, desire and lust boarding at the edge of his voice. And Snow was happy to oblige.
"Mmmmm." Hope bit down on his lower lip, trying to suppress the embarrassing noise coming from his mouth. The fingers began to stretch him, loosen him up. Another wanton moan seeped from his lips when they fingers went deeper, brushing against a spot that made him cried out in pleasure, causing his back arched in most beautiful and sexual way.
"Snow... more!" A pair of green eyes were begging. Hope wrapped his arms around the blond's neck, burying his face at the crook of Snow' neck.
Snow could feel himself becoming painful harm watching the teen under him writhe and moan in pleasure from just his fingers. He could only imagine what his cock would do to the teen instead of his fingers. He needed to speed things up, the night wasn't getting any younger. He added a third finger, pushing through tight rings of muscle. He continued rubbing against teen's sweet spot, earning more moans. He watched with desire in his eyes as Hope's toes curled and twitched in pleasure. A minute later, he deemed that Hope was prepared enough, and pulled back in a seated position, coated his length, before bringing the teen on his laps.
Hope gasped when a thick, long cock slid between his cheeks. "Ready?" The blond purred. Hope could see his redness in his face reflecting in a pair of shimmering blues eyes. He glanced away, nodding. Snow's hands snaked under his thighs before lifting him up, position him above the man's cock. His breathing hitched when he felt the blunt head at his opening. Surprisingly, it was he who pushed back against the tantalizing pressure signaling his older lover to push forward. Hope threw his head back, his back arching, as his ass slowly swallowed the thick length whole.
Snow grunted as he watched the teen who with wide eyes sinked down on his cock to the hilt. He held on firmly on the teen's waist giving his lover a time to adjust. He was suppressing the very urge to fuck his lover mindlessly, but he held back with little restrain he could muster. "Damn Hope, you're tight." His voiced strained, clenching his teeth. He felt his cock being strangled from the surrounding and enticing tight heat.
"NO! You're just too big." Hope yelled out, which sounded more like a moan. The big length was all inside him. The blond slowly rise him before slowly bringing him down the length again. Hope's eyes widened, feeling the length stretching, rubbing, and throbbing inside him. A long groan emitted from his mouth when the blond grounded their hips together burying deeper into him, jolting sparks of pleasure whenever the length rubbed brushed against his sweet spot. "Snow! Don't tease me!"
Snow chuckled. "Wrap your legs around me?" Snow advised and his lover comply. He then lifted the teen before slamming his lover down onto his cock, in one motion, to the hilt.
"AHHH..."Hope cried in pleasure, throwing his head back and wrapping his hands around Snow's neck. He didn't get the chance to catch his breath as Snow repeated the process over and over. Pleasures kept running up his spine as each sensation becomes stronger with each thrust. Hope was moaning uncontrollably, his sweet spot getting pummel over and over again by the thick length. Small beads of sweat were beginning to flow down his back as the room temperature was becoming hotter by the second. The small bedroom room was filled with moans, gasps and low-huskily grunts fighting against the lewd sounds of skin slapping against each other. Reality seemed to drift away as their bodies became hotter by the pasting second.
"Snow! Nnh... So deep... more... more!" Hope mindlessly chanted as Snow continued to fuck him for everything he was worth. His thighs was shaking and his body was gasping by the thick cock which seem to go only deeper, drawing more pleasures and moans. He tried to blink away the fireworks exploded in his eyes from a vortex, coiling and stirring at the pit of his stomach, an impending orgasm ready to be release. It was almost like magic.
Snow noticed his lover getting close. He wrapped one arm around Hope's waist, continuing to fuck his lover, as his other hand coiled around the teen's cock, stoking the length. Hope's back arched like a bow, his mind about to exploded from pleasure. The next thing Snow saw was his lover throwing his head back, screaming out his name in pleasure as Hope cums streaks of white on his body and his hand. Snow grunted, feeling the teen's inner wall shudder around his thick length, becoming tighter to fuck. He continued to bounce the teen onto his cock, only to let out a satisfy growl seconds later as his member swelled and filled the tight passage way with his hot seeds.
Both parties were panting, hot air filling inside the room. Hope laid his limp and satisfied body against Snow's, both his head and Snow's resting the single pillow on the twin bed as their body started to cool down. He couldn't help but make some content purring noises, snuggling against the warmth beside him. His heart had nearly exploded, but miraclously he survived. He felt two strong arms wrapped around him, and then Snow rolled on top of him, their position switched. He felt the man's head burying at the back of his neck, kissing and sucking his tender skin over his back. Hope groaned, feeling his dick twitched in response. The two arms slid down to his waist before lifting his hips higher. Hope's eyes snapped open when he felt something thick and hard slid up his crease.
"Ready for round two Babe." Snow purred, leaning forward giving Hope a quick kiss on the neck.
La Fin
A/N: Finally, complete. Happy ending, I would say for Snow and Hope, but is it the end? I'm still contemplating writing random sequel drabbles for this story. So keep an look out if any stories appear from me in the future. But for now, I'm shifting back my focus to Moonlight Festival. For those who followed this story, I thanked you for giving me the courage to keep on writing and for keeping SnowxHope fanfics alive.
Also I'm opened for ideas for writing any prompts. PM if you have any ideas.
All the best, and thanks for the feedback on this story! I love you all to bits!
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