Yeaaahh! Chapter 19! :D Enjoy! Maybe two more to go! Depends on how it develops! :D Hope it doesn't feel rushed.

"Well young Link...you only required a couple of stitches, some glass that had to be pulled out and wound cleaning. Curiously the amount of blood you lost wasn't health threatening. Couple of days and you are good to go. I am a bit worried about your leg, but it isn't something that can't be fixed with dedication and therapy." The doctor listed, his stare calculating but his smile a warm one. Unfortunately, Link wasn't swayed by his happy-go-lucky attitude. The reality was that Link was seething, and I knew immediately he hated the place and was sick of the doctor. "What do worries me though is your addiction to..."

"Look doc...just do your job and make me healthy again. My addictions and vices will be dealt per me, capisci?" Link passed his fingers through his silky blonde hair and huffed.

"Link!" I reprimanded him. "Don't worry doctor. I'll handle it." And with the assurance that I had given him, the doctor nodded. Informing us that a nurse was to come in a few minutes, he left mumbling some jumbo about teenagers and their lack of respect.

A dense silence permeated the room. A silence so tense and so strident that hurt the back of my eyes. With effort, I chanced a glance at Link and couldn't fail to notice the hate-filled aura that enveloped him. To make matters even more stressing, the hate was directed at me. Although he had his eyes closed, I knew he was looking my way. With tremendous hatred if I may point out. That shouldn't be new, I had practically dragged him here kicking and punching. No wonder he despised me strongly and I couldn't care less. His ominous feelings were somehow comforting, like a relaxing therapy to my battered body. Perhaps because I was used to them and the normality of it was a strong holding point in this otherwise crazy and topsy-turvy day. Moreover, I preferred the spite-filled Link to the depressed one I found today. Remembering the devastated and tearribly broken person I found at the floor of his apartment caused my heart to beat almost like a needle perforating my very core. I sighed and found his icy blue eye annihilating me with its very pointed stare. I composed myself the best I could and, taking out a book from my backpack, acted as normally as possible.

"What?" I asked after his constant glares annoyed me.

"You better need to know this." He stated.

"What is it?" I let out cooly.

"I so very wish to strangulate that neck of yours." He said pointedly. This time I actually looked at him. He was all bandaged up. A needle stuck on his arm fed him with some liquid the doctors believed necessary, a few bruises here and there adorned his neck, arms and face. Even in that sickly state of his, he looked way better than before. In fact, he hardly looked sick at all and the way his eye was stabbing at me was proof enough.

"Oh that!" I said offhandedly. "I knew that since I brought you here. I don't give a damn. You needed medical attention. Whether you wanted it or not is hardly my problem." He pulled at his hair in irritation and breathed heavily through his nose. It was a comical sight.

"As soon as I am the hell out of here and I am completely healthy, your damn ass will be mine." He threatened me, his icy stare hardened by abhorrence. But...his all demeanor was so adorably vulnerable that instead of shivering with fright, I shivered with mirth. It got to a point that a few chuckles left my lips and I was shuddering just to keep it all in. I broke out laughing at his apparent threats. His defenseless and inoffensive state just made everything he said, funny.

"You son of a...When I am out of here I swear I'll kick you so hard in the ass that your cheeks will be replaced by your butt cheeks!" I laughed even harder, full heartfelt laughs. "You fucking...YOUR ASS WILL BE RAPED BY MY FOOT YOU SHITHEAD! I SWEAR!" He kept on threatening, throwing every menace and insult known to man. "ARGHH! Don't LAUGH! I mean it!" His icy stare wished to shred me to pieces.

"Yeah. Ha! Ha, ha! Yeah. Yeah." I chuckled with each word as I got near him. I bent down and kissed his forehead; my hand ruffling his beautiful golden hair. "As soon as you are out, I am all yours." His face was tinted a beautiful carmine color. "Hmm..." I stared at him mischievously. "Are you still mad?" I asked teasingly, poking his nose.

"Of course I am!" He retorted and slapped my hand away. No matter how hard he tried to conceal his emotions I could see behind that unbreakable mask of his. And I saw that behind that mad facade he was actually embarrassed. "And I recommend you to start looking some place else to live in. In fact, look for a far away city or country, better yet universe. I know where you live Strife! And I am willing to go there banging at your door with a fucking rifle!" His cute reaction made me chuckle. He was just way to adorable that I could eat him with kisses. "Don't mock me! I swear I'll mphff...!" Lips silenced lips.

"I'll go for a drink." I caressed his cheek; his blush intensifying tenfold. He looked like a schoolgirl whose first boyfriend had just given her a flower. I smirked and pecked his nose. "After that I will start searching for some remote place for you to come looking for me. I'll be waiting." I whispered the last part and bit his left ear, action to which he complained plenty, and chuckling I left the room.

Walking back to Link's room, I wondered about my heart's evolution. At first...Link could have very well not existed for me. He could've been dying for all I knew and my life would have kept on as if nothing. But now...not only had he entered in my life to stay. No. He even managed to invade my heart and steal it. Heh. What a change, huh? From Aerith, a girl who I dreamt of marrying, to Link, a guy who I can't live without. Funny how life works. And I wouldn't want it any other way. So...Yeah, I was making my way to Link's room thinking about that lovely reddish tint to his cheeks and that ice-cold blue eye with that peculiar iris formation when my cellphone's ringtone went off. Taking it out the caller's name flashed before my eyes...Aerith. Damn it! Sighing and dreading the following conversation, I answered. I had to be a gentleman after all. Cloud Strife is always the perfect Mr. James Bond kind of man. But, damn! How I wished I didn't have to talk to the lady. Guess I owed her an explanation though. Just for old times sake. I slid my finger over the screen and greeted the loathed caller indifferently. Sadly, decency grew only on my side of the yard. The harpy practically left me deaf.

"THE FUCK YOU MEANT WITH THAT MESSAGE CLOUD STRIFE?!"

"Exactly what you read my dear. Oh! Wait...exactly what you read, Aerith." I retorted, giving no importance whatsoever to her rage. She didn't deserve it.

"LISTEN TO ME! AND YOU BETTER LISTEN TO ME GOOD! DON'T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN! DON'T EVER..."

"Wow! Wow! Wow there! Hold your horses!...Well in this case, your panties!" Interrupting her rant, I gripped my phone tighter. I wanted to keep my cool at first...but I guess just listening to her broke the dam I had so carefully constructed. I hated loosing my cool.

"No! You listen to me you dirty whore! When I called you, you didn't answer and you fucking didn't call me back!"

"I was...!"

"You were getting off somewhere with some piece of shit you found on the streets, didn't you?!"

"..."

"DIDN'T YOU?!" Her silence said everything. And damn did it hurt!

"No...I was...Cloud...I was..."

"You fucking were, right?!" Man how she made my blood boil! But worst was...the feeling of betrayal. Although I had someone else now, it didn't make it any better to now the girl you had pinned for your entire life had stabbed you in the back. And I wish I could explain it better. But, there are no words to describe the feeling and no way to convey it for it is still too near to me. A void was growin g inside of me, consuming everything I had and everything I was with unstoppable hunger. "You told me yesterday that today you had no plans whatsoever except to watch a movie and laze around your home." I heard her breath hitch. "And yet I called you and you didn't answer. And I waited and still no word from you. What were you doing Aerith that you didn't have the time to call me until now. What were you doing that you waited four hours to report back to me?"

"...I...I was studying. And I..."

"THE TRUTH GAINSBOROUGH!" I am fucking past the lies, you slut!

"I..." I heard her sob. And it hurt. It hurt so very much. But there was not a shred of pity for her. Her pain was nothing compared to mine. "I was...I was with Zack." She broke crying. I...I saw red and black.

"Hey! Took you long enough to...mmphf! Hm! Hmm..Ngh...Hah! Hah! Hah. Hey, what's with the...Mmmgh...Ugh..Hey...Hah!"

"Shut up." I began to unbutton his shirt not caring that perhaps it had taken him a deal of time to get it on. His hands fought mine, but in his state they hardly made the job done. By the time he managed to pry my hands away I had undone almost all of his shirt. My lips attacking every expanse of skin that my eyes caught, leaving red-angry bite marks on his already scarred body.

"Stop. Ugh... Cloud." He complained and fought me. But it hardly mattered. "Cloud! Stop it! Stop it!" And I felt a sting on my cheek. Very painful indeed. Not only had he slapped me strong enough to leave a mark, but he slapped me back to reality. "The fuck's wrong with you?"

"I.." Man...reality hurt! What was I doing?! I turned to look at him. His bruised lips and his disheveled hair. His open shirt revealing reddish bruises. His icy stare scared, confused and questioning. Oh God! What was I doing?! I looked at him with the same dumbfounded expression he held. What was I doing? What was I about to do?! WHAT WAS I ABOUT TO DO?! "Oh God!" I let myself fall on the chair beside the patient's bed. "OH GOD!"

Link was buttoning up his shirt, but his gaze never left me. "Oh God, indeed! What's wrong with you?!"

"Oh God! Link...I...I am..." I began but word's failed me and my eyes reflected the inner turmoil, a tempest of painful emotions and thoughts.

"Well you should fucking be! MAN! I was about to be raped!" He chided and I flinched at his tone of voice. Pissed off was an understatement. Yet...I guess somehow he noticed my personal hell, for he then added. "And be raped by you! By you! Man! If I were to be raped, surely I would ask for a hell of a man to rape me! Someone as handsome and god-sculpted like...fucking Tom Hiddleston or Benedict Cumberbatch." Was he...was he taking this lightly!? The hell?! THE HELL?! "I'll even go for someone old...like...dunno...perhaps Jackman or even Clooney! Statham is not that bad too, easy on the eyes they say. But...you?! Raped by Cloud Strife?! Geez! Gimme a break! I could do better." He said and chuckled lightly. He looked at me with mirth and mischievousness. Was he...? Was he making fun of the situation? Why? Didn't he care at all what could've just happened? What could've happened to him?! He was about to get raped for God's sake? Why wasn't he angry as before? Why wasn't he kicking my guts and punching my face?! Why was he good to me? Was..Was I...was I important to him? Was I that important to him that he'll forgive my trespasses? Was he willing to forgive the wrong I could've done as if nothing? Why?

He looked at me and scanned me over. That sexy as hell smirk drawn on his face. Where was he getting at? "Hmm..." He kept scanning me over and out of the blue his hand held my chin and he tilted my head this way and that. Where was he getting at? He then clicked his tongue and pulled away. "Yup. Definitely could do better. Face it Strife you aren't that much of a man to rape someone like me." He said and proudly stuck his nose in the air. What? Excuse me! But the one who's way up on below is you! I am Cloud Strife! Heart-breakingly handsome with hot-stuff tattooed on his ass Cloud Strife!

"Well...I am sorry if your poor excuse of a body can only attract older men. But in the real-deal leagues I am the sex on legs champion." I retorted and puffed my chest out.

"Oh really?" Link joked and raised an eye-brow in an inviting matter. Was he actually suggesting..."You are clearly not in my league. Sorry."

"But of course I am." I answered slightly confused and slightly amused. Please God...let us be on the same channel.

"Hm..." He acted as if he was thinking the thing through. But if my hunch was right then that was all show biz. His icy stare landed on mine and I saw it. There waiting behind icy blue, a dark and powerful emotion. "Prove it."

"With pleasure." I whispered and crept closer to his bed. I never once thought of the motives of Link's change of character after my attempted rape. But...I wished I had. Yet, I got a hunch that it was all just to spare me the blame and the anguish of my acts. He somehow knew I wasn't capable of going through with it in the right state of mind, that I wouldn't even dare to touch someone without consent. Perhaps, he knew that only something really traumatizing would manage to break me completely and turn me into a man I never even think of being. Yeah. Link most likely knew me better than what I knew myself. And man, how I loved him for that. How I loved him for just simply loving me for being me. I wished I had known. I wished I had given it more of a thought, rather than taking things the way they came. I could've enjoyed it, what we had, far more.

"Oh please do." And saying that, he took me by the face and captured my lips in the most mind blowing kiss ever. God...he drove me crazy. The skin on his lips massaged mine sensually, hoping that with that soft caress I returned him the gesture. But, I decided that, after saying that I was way below his league, he had to put some more effort just to obtain a slight kiss from me. He had to give more than just a grace of the lips. So, I pressed my lips tightly and smiled in a macabre manner. You got to give me more Link! This will cost you! Something humid and slippery slid on my lower lip. What? Was that his tongue? Was that really his tongue? I shivered deliciously. Could that be enough? Upon my lack of answer to his demand, he growled deeply in his throat and his hands pulled me even closer, his tongue going this way and that along my tightly closed lips. But man was it affecting me. What he was doing was leaving me like a pudding and trembling with lust and desire. God! Link! Oh God!

Our lips separated and he looked at me with an annoyed face due to the denied request. But...what was I to do? It was way too fun pushing his buttons. His look gave me to understand that I had just earned his total and complete anger. He was going to kill me. He was going to kill me quickly and yet painfully. I was bound to suffer for even daring. I smiled sweetly and with all the fake innocence I could muster. He sighed defeatedly. Yes! You just fell prey to my killing charms. My thoughts were interrupted by his slow and delicate touches made by that oh-so-delicious tongue of his. He slowly moved it against my lips, looking for something I wasn't going to give him without a fight. Realizing that such actions had not the effect he wished, he opted for a different approach. He sucked my lower lip with such gentleness that I couldn't help but shiver with delight. How couldn't I? His very scent made me dizzy with yearning. He sucked once more and kept on doing so and the same tremor ran throughout my body. Link. Give me more Link. Give me more! He sucked and licked and sucked and licked and I didn't know where to grasp to reality from. I was in a world of wants and needs and lust and rapture and...God! Did I love it! His tongue touched my lips with far more pressure than before. Turning his face this way and that he licked and licked looking for entrance to my lips, his hot breathe gracing my skin, his strong scent invading me and luring me in. My will was crumbling. I was soon to succumb to his fervent and hot touches. My body shivered and trembled and my knees were about to let go. His tongue was invading my every sense. And then...it happened. He opted for yet another angle to the problem. His tongue slowly but firmly roved the fine line of my lips, searching for the possible entrance. It resembled the action of eating an ice cream for the way in which his tongue pressured that fine line. Sensual. Sensuous. Lust. Desire. He breathed his hot air just right in the center of my lips and I lost the game. Pleasure does funny things to ones mind. But...Jesus! I regret nothing. My mind disconnected from my body and...when the cat's away, the mice will play. My lips opened a fraction of a millimeter and Link's tongue grasped the opportunity entering so charmingly slowly. The wet muscle took its time sliding in that tiny, almost minimal opening of my lips. And while it entered, his hands let go of my face and started to map out the skin of my arms, his fingers every now and then will move in a circular manner on my arms. Once the wet appendage was perfectly introduced to my mouth, the tip of it searched mine and with a light touch indicated what it wanted. His hands where now massaging my neck, his fingers pulling softly the strands of hair that they found on their way. His tongue little by little animated mine. And it was then that I found myself in the delicious situation in which Link was driving me away with his passion, his aroma drugging my senses to such degree that I never knew when did I end with my body laying over his, his injured leg a few centimeters away from our bodies. His hands roamed my body, moulding me to his like and taste, his lips wishing to eat me with kisses. And suddenly, one of his legs moved in between mine and every once in a while it will cause a delicate and perfect friction that made me convulse and grind against him. We were a panting mess of ardor and fervor. His ice cold blue eye with the curious iris held a whirlwind of emotions that made it look far darker and far deeper, filled to the brim with animalistic hunger and wild lust. His stare was passion unhindered. Pure and unequaled passion that made me pant like a bitch on heat. He kissed me with fervor and madness and raw emotion that I had to return it back. We were devouring each other with lips and tongue and teeth. Hands that pulled and teared and scratched and held, leaving testament of our actions in each others bodies. His body pressed firmly against mine, wishing to become one with each other. Our meshed bodies gave the moment far more pleasure than what I had ever imagined. I was at his mercy and I wouldn't wish for it any other way. To hell with everything! May the nurses catch us in our act so that its even more tangible. Let the world know I want Link! I love Link! All of him! I want him! I need him! I want to have him all! My hands pulled at his hair, and he responded my moving his leg against me. "Nnghh...Hah..." I ground myself against him as much as I could, my lips devouring his with abandon, my tongue caressing every part and crevice of his mouth, sliding against his wet organ as if it were honey, making him make a hoarse and predatory sound that made my body convulse with want and pleasure.

We parted once more and he blowed cold air over my humid and kiss swollen lips. I gasped and panted even more, shivering with nerve wracking pleasure. I needed release. I needed release. I needed release.

"Link...Link...Link..." His tongue slid playfully over my parted mouth and simulated an action reserved for lovers as he moved it in and out, in and out, in and out. Up and down, up and down, up and down my hips went pressing against him, grinding against him...dry humping him. "Hah. Hah...Ah! Haugh...Ah..Nggah...Link...Link...Link..Link..."

"Heeh...I guess...Ughh...You were right...Hah..Gah...You are in my league after all." He moaned between words, but I was to far gone to process anything in my mind. I was high with his scent, his lips, his whole being made me feel so elated I couldn't distinguish nothing but the delicious rapture and pleasure. His leg began to move once more and I shivered and trembled like a whore. "Oh...It seems you...Aah...Want me Strife. Nngh...You want me. Say it." His husky voice just made me moan and gasp. His tongue licked from one corner of my mouth to the other. "Tell me Strife...Do you want me?" One of his hands caressed my back and he moved closer to me so that my nose was fully blasted by his musky scent. I moaned deeply and ground against him with more fervor. His lips were just beside my ear and his warm breath made wonders to me. "Say it." His playful tongue began to lick my earlobe.

"Aaah...hah...hah..." Like an animal I breathed and moaned. My hands went from his neck till his chest and grasped his shirt. The leg moved and made me see stars as his tongue and lips licked and nipped my ear. Like a maniac I answered back, pressing all of me against him. More. More. More. More. Link! Give me more! I need more! Link! "Link..." I panted. "Link...Ughh...Grah! Gaah! Haaaahh! Haaa!" I can't anymore Link! Too close! Too close! Link! I want you! Link! Please! Please! Please!

"Ughh...Strife..." He moaned and bit my ear forcefully.

"Aaaah!" I couldn't grasp how I had been reduced to a moaning mess. I, Cloud Strife, reduced to a begging whore to Link! He should be the one begging! He should be the one moaning like a virgin. But...here I am like a cat on heat, wanting more and more and more. Wishing for him to give me something that I couldn't decipher what it was except that I wanted it with all my might. Since when? Since when did I become this? What was Link doing to me? What was I doing?

"Strife...ha..." He licked and nipped from my ear to my neck. Marking my white skin as his. Link. I am yours. All yours. "You don't know how you make me Strife. How you reduce me to nothing but a horny stallion." A delicious friction on my crotch.

"Aaaahhhh!"

"You don't know how I pass my days just thinking about you Strife." His tongue slid its humid self along the back of my ear.

"Oohh...Ohh God...Ooooh God...Oooh...haa...God..." I chanted over and over again.

"If only you knew how many nights I went to bed thinking about you." His hand slowly, deliciously slowly, moved downward, his nails scratching my nipples through the fabric of my shirt and making me moan so loudly that I feared the nurses will come and interrupt our secret jerking session. "You don't know do you? How I spent nights just touching me, wishing release, wishing it were your hand that touched me right here..." And he grasped me through my pants and...God...Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. "Just touching me, thinking about you Cloud. You. Haah.." His voice was husky and hoarse and lustful that I just...I almost just came then and there. "I will imagine you touching me and moving slowly at first." And, man...he did. His touch was feather light, almost nonexistent and I tried to move harder and faster. I needed harder and faster. "Just a tiny bit here and there." His fingers barely grasped me and it was driving me insane.

"Please...Link please..." I begged and begged to the point of sobbing softly. But Link's will was made of iron and he took his sweet time. He was a sadist, I swear.

"But then...Gods, Cloud. But then...the light touches weren't enough. And I had to do more. I needed to do more. It wasn't enough. It wasn't enough." And so finally after minutes of sobbing and begging, he finally began to get really into it. He licked and kissed my neck, while his hand had its way with me. He had me in his grasp and I was just but a toy to his master hand.

"Many times Cloud. Many times I just saw you and wanted to fuck you raw against the lockers, walls, anywhere, anytime." His touch got firmer and stronger and made me a moaning music box.

"Haaaa! Aahhh! Gaaah! Fuck me raw anytime! Link! Fuck me raw now! Please!" I begged. Perhaps it was what I needed. Perhaps it was what I desired. To let him have me. To let him dominate every part of me with his person so that anytime I see blue I am reduced to nothing. Every time I see blue I would want him in me, to want him everywhere on and in me.

Link chuckled and the rumbling in his chest was so wonderful. "Oh Cloud." He moaned when I pressed myself specially strong against him and licked the sweat off his pulse point. "Not now. I am telling you how I jerk off at nights just thinking about you."

"Aaaahh!" What a beautiful image to be ingrained in my memory forever.

"Oh...You like that? You like to picture me on my bed."

"Hah. Hah." God Link don't tell me. Don't tell me.

"Hm...I am on my bed...And I am angry Cloud. Am angry." He whispered to my ear, his humid and deep voice so sensual to me that I shivered. His hand working me off so deliciously through my pants, his fingers playing with me every now and then.

"Ah...ahh..."

"I am angry cause that fucking cunt of Aerith got close to you and talked to you and looked at you with like a bitch on heat, fucking whore. It made me so angry that I practically tore off my pants." He pulled at my hair and I let out a tiny whimper. Angry Link equals sexy Link which equals rough sex. "She always looked at you like that and it made me so angry Strife." His lips went from my ear to my neck and they bit deeply, so deliciously deep. "And so, I tore off my pants and let myself fall on my bed. And, damn Strife, I am so mad that I begin to imagine you on chains and chained to the bedpost of my bed." He licked and nipped my neck as he spoke and his other hands began to stroke me stronger and harder, the fabric working magic on my aching cock. Let me come, Link! Please! Please! "So there you have me Strife, slowly but surely palming myself through my boxers." Oh God! Oh God! "I am angry Strife and so I am touching you to get you hard and aching and needy. Your punishment for talking and letting yourself be lusted by that girl."

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Haaa! Haaa! Haa! Ha! Ha!"

"You are hard Strife. In my imagination you are as hard as a fucking mountain. So big and swollen. And it makes me so hard to see you like that Strife. So hard. Touch me, Strife. Touch me." He was panting as strong as I was. I could feel him. He was hugely swollen and so hard against me. Did he get like that every night when he imagined himself having his way with me? Oh Holy Mother! "Touch me, Strife." And I did as he commanded. His cock was so hard. So big. So hot.

"Oooh..."

"Yes... Haaa...Yes...I got so hard just thinking of punishing you. And I needed more Strife. And so I allowed my hand to wander beneath my boxer, my cock so wet just by thinking about you." Oh his hand was warm as it wandered beneath my pants and underwear, teasing me by touching my skin but never there. My heart was racing, my blood filled with heat and lust.

"Haaa...Link...Please...I...haa" I whimpered with need. Link...please...pleasee...

"And guess...I touched me Cloud."

"Aaaaaahhh! Aaaahh! Ahhhh!"

"I stroked and played and touched and grasped...haa...haaa...And Cloud...In my mind, you were there..Ha...All needy, just screaming with rapture and wishing for me to touch you...panting like crazy, and begging me...Beg Cloud. Beg."

"Please...haa...ungghh...ha...ha..ha..ha..ha...Please...Faster...Please...Link...Please..."

"Heh...Yes. Just like that. Just like that you begged. And I..." He began to stroke me hard and fast once more, his fingers toying with the pressure to drive me wild. And I moaned. I was completely drowned in pleasure. I moaned Link's name. I moaned and screamed and begged for him to move faster, to move harder. And Link did. And so I began to feel the delicious warmth in the pit of my stomach and the tightness of my muscles as my end came near. I also felt how Link got harder with each stroke of mine and how he panted and how he moaned my name as well.

"Mine...ha...ha...Mine...You are mine...You are mine Cloud...Mine...Ugghh...ha..." He bit my neck once more and I felt the tightness explode and my vision got stark white. I remember screaming Link's name to the seven heavens and seas, the pleasure running through my veins making me fly high up in the clouds and float away from all. The explosion of feelings and colors made my head swim and my body tremble with excitement and pleasure. It was magnificent, delightful...there were no words. My hips moved quickly and strongly against Link's to allow my release to pass away. He soon came after me, his breath strong against my neck and his hips colliding with mine to create the delicious friction that drove us wild. He moaned and panted my name as he slowly came back to earth as well. His scent drugged me and his breath on my neck caused me to moan softly. He was just like an aphrodisiac, my own personal aphrodisiac.

Link chuckled softly and fell on the bed spent. I followed suit but fell on his chest. Link combed my hair slowly and it felt good. "Wow." I commented.

"Yup. Wow, indeed." Link chuckled and kissed my forehead. What had happened between us was definitely something out of this world. And I didn't know if I should have felt grateful to Aerith for being the catalyst of such a strong reaction or be grateful to Zack for banging the girl I had had a crush on for years. I shook my head and let the thought drift away. At the moment, I just wanted to enjoy the after glow with Link. I turned my head and rested my chin on his chest.

"Hey there." He said and smiled warmly.

"Hey." I greeted back and sighed deeply and happily, feeling Link's hand comb my hair with such tenderness that I was about to melt. Damn, had I become a sap. I closed my eyes and allowed rest to flow along me. This was nice. This was very nice. Suddenly...Link tensed. I knew; for his grip on me got tighter and his whole body just got stuck in time. Even his breathing was close to nonexistent.

"Link..." I said his name, but he just shushed me and his arms tightened around me even more. "Link what..."

"Sh." His heart was beating too rapidly and it wasn't because of me that I knew.

Ba-dump. Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump.

"Link,…"

"Keep quiet." What's up with you Link? Do you regret what we did? "Don't talk." He whispered and...was his voice slightly trembly?

"What's wrong?" Link was shivering. Link?

"Cloud." He held me closer to his person as if he feared that something was about to tear me from his arms. "Cloud...Don't make a sound."

"Link what's..."

"There's a dead man in the room." He whispered and his voice just made my hair stand up frozen. So...There's a dead man in the room? And somehow it clicked...Zack had come. He was so dead! I tried to move but Link's arms just strengthened their grasp.

"Link! I have to..." I began but Link's eyes that held fear stopped me. Fear? Who do you fear Link? Zack? I began to chuckle and Link tried in vain to make me mute. It was funny how someone as strong as Link could fear Zack. But with his current state I guess the raven had a chance against the blonde. But, like hell I'll let something bad happen to Link. As long as I am with him, nothing will touch him. "Link you don't have to..." I said between laughter fits.

"No Cloud." his stern voice left no space for comedy. "There really is a dead man in the room." His tone serious and terrified. He couldn't possibly be referring to an actual dead man, right? Right? It was impossible. "There is a dead man in the room."

What?